Words & Whispers

I hear the Lord say:

.All creation sings of My greatness: wind and water… sun, moon and stars. Birds sing, flowers nod, the trees clap their hands. Creation proclaims my Goodness. The thrill in your heart at a rosebud, a bird song, or a mountain vista originates from the heavenly spark of joy I placed in you.  Beams of sunlight, the moon’s glow, a cool forest glen, towering trees… these speak of My endless creativity and majesty and are a glimpse of heaven on earth.

I accept your praise and honor. I smile with pleasure at your offering of songs and praise,  poem and prose, and words and whispers, that honor Me. A gentle breeze blows and you hear the wind chimes tinkle. My Holy Spirit is that gentle wind, bringing a soft melody to your heart.  It is well with your soul.

For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace;

the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing,

and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Isaiah 55:12  ESV

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