Words & Whispers

I hear the Lord say:

I accept your praise and honor. I smile with pleasure at the sound of songs and praise, a poem or prose, words and whispers, offered to 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. The earth sings in waves of grace. All creation sings of My greatness: wind and water… sun, moon and stars. Birds sing, flowers nod, the trees clap their hands. Creation sings of my Goodness. The thrill in your heart at a rosebud, a bird song, 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.

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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