Wednesday, March 9, 2011

By The Creek: In Costa Rica

I found a creek and it reminds me of home. Being alone in the woods is priceless. The strong wind is chasing through the trees and it lifts the heaviness of my heart. Breathing in and out, solitude, peace and beauty, what peace to watch a single leaf surrendered to the current float without care of where it is going. Let my life be a leaf caught up in the current of your love, moving as you move, breathing as you breathe. All creation speaks of your glory, mercy and love. How can you not believe in God when you see the beauty of the forest, trees clothed in emerald splendor? The winds choreography is beyond description, branches swaying in the wind, a perfect blend of soft and quick. My soul longs for you Lord, in a dry and thirsty land I find rest and strength in you. Peace personified by a black bird having a morning drink in the creek, and then disappears in flight and song. Thank you Lord for your creation, thank you for painting the sky and giving us life. I live and move and have my life under the shadow of your wings, under your mighty hand I rest; and breathe in love to sustain my soul.