June 19, 2011| Psalms 74:12,17

Sometimes when I look out the window I wonder what life would be like if my only concern in life was from what direction the wind came from this morning. Or how many leaves are in the tree in my backyard. Or whether or not the bird tweeting it's head off on my balcony railing is looking for a worm to feed it's children or is making noise in it's frustration over where to fly next?

Wouldn't it be great if that was all I had to think about? I could walk on the grass near my home and feel the beauty of it's greenness and wallow in the spring air and the fragrances of nature. I could look at the wisps of clouds above me and wonder how they were formed and where they were going next. I could look at the nearby pond with ducks swimming and quacking and somehow feel the warmth of the love they give their newly born ducklings as they swam together effortlessly.

Sounds pretty good doesn't it. Is heaven that way? What if it was, would I bored of it? Maybe in time I would want to do something else, always bathing my senses in what was around me instead of internalizing what happened before.

I wrote sermons every Sunday for over eight years and then I stopped. Did I lose my faith? Maybe I just didn't feel the words coming out as much as I wanted them to. They were there but did not have my voice to take them out of word jail. They were in prison in my mind and all I had to do to release them was to start typing and just talk about anything that crossed my mind.

Ps 74:12,17 12 God is my King from ages past; you have been actively helping me everywhere throughout the land.17 All nature is within your hands; you make the summer and the winter too. TLB

So why did I not let the words get out and give them voice. Did I get caught in life's trauma and all the problems that I quite often caused myself without really trying? Or maybe I tried because I wanted something better and it didn't work out.

There were times when I thought of others frequently and loved others as much as I could. But yet here I sit writing these words down and seeking within my self the courage to face the day and what it has to offer me. I can sit and be depressed or I could peel myself from this chair and make some contribution to not only better my own life but also help somebody else's day to be a bit happier. And that could be the best present I could give someone else.

God gave me the ability to write these words down, so doesn't it make sense for me to thank Him for it? I can pray and ask for forgiveness of sins. I can ask for guidance. I can hope for His love and feel good about it. I can have the faith that God will guide me in my endeavors and that no matter how down I am, I can have the knowledge that He is always there for me.

Job 37:15-18 15 Do you know how God controls all nature and causes the lightning to flash forth from the clouds? 16 Do you understand the balancing of the clouds with wonderful perfection and skill? Do you know why you become warm when the south wind is blowing and everything is still? 18 Can you spread out the gigantic mirror of the skies as he does?fore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour. TLB

I can think of the direction the clouds are going or where the bird is going to fly next. What if I did this daily? Sometimes I think I have inprisoned myself inside this box called my mind. But what if for a moment or two I started thinking about an aspect of nature and what it was doing or going to be doing? I would be stepping outside myself and temporarily seeking answers in the most unlikely of sources.

I sometimes wonder if that is how God talks to me. He talks to me through his creations. He talks to me through the wind throught the trees. He talks to me through the birds and where they fly to. He speaks to me through the grass underfoot and the feelings of love I feel in it. He talks to me every day, and all I have to do is open my mind, get my feelings out of word jail and present themselves on the pages I type. What a wonderful feeling it has been to feel that love from God once more. I can only hope that God will let my words fly off the pages many more times in the future so that others can feel the love that I do from God and his creations.

Prayer: Dear Lord, I am now seeking Your guidance and Your lovingkindness. Help me to live the life I want and what you want for my life. Give me the insight to help others see your love. God, give that person wondering why the words don't come out to feel words coming out of their soul with no other deisire but to write them down and share them with others. Lord, I thank you for all your many blessings. Amen.

Benediction: Now, Lord, Bless us in our daily lives. Help us to smell the roses whenever possible, to shine our light on those less fortunate than us, and lead us in the path we should go. For you are the light that keeps our path well lit. Help us to follow it, until we meet you, in a land where milk and honey abound, a place where our most wonderful dreams are fulfilled. Amen.

Hi, my name is Bryan, a messenger of hope who would love to hear from you. God Bless.

© 2011 Bryan Hill

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