Devotions Archive Archive: 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024 | 2025 Search Archive Print This Article Soaring Friday, May 14, 1999 Psalm 113:3-6 From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised. The Lord is exalted over all the nations, His glory above the heavens. Who is like the Lord our God, The One who sits enthroned on high, Who stoops down to look On the heavens and the earth?" Skimming over the surface of the early morning lake, two geese play. A bird like an eagle scuttles into oak trees on the shore. Two cranes glide and soar, only a single foot apart, moving perfectly together, effortless. Near the far shore, three goslings follow their mother through the still, morning water. Right in front of me, unbelievably, a brilliant white trumpeter swan follows a playful goose across the lake. As I watch the swan speeds up and suddenly rises into the air, spreading wonderful wide wings, catching the water and then falling back in the mist. The goose mirrors its pursuer, into and out of each other's space. Some of God's children are playing! As I write I look out at the tops of trees, breezes brushing the shiny new leaves. Below me a flowering bush explodes in lavender and white. I am reluctant to utter a sound. How sweet the song inside me, nurtured into newborn life by the still, simple touch of God on every tree and every bird and every man. Strange but true that I must retreat from men to learn to love them again. All the harmony here beside the lake sends me headlong back into the world, alive and well, full of God. Lord, create in me a clean heart. Stoop down and touch me, Lord, and make me whole. "; Add      Edit    Delete