He waits on bended bough.
Tilts his head and scans the ground.
I am ever so thankful for moments like these. An unexpected surprise in nature, catching me off guard, instantly uplifting my spirits. And this spirit I have is the very thing that connects to the Spirit in nature. When you’re open to it, you can feel the Spirit all around especially in nature.
Just that morning when I spotted the hawk, I read these verses about God:
The depths of the earth are in His hand,
and the mountain peaks belong to Him.
The sea is His, for He made it.
His hands formed the dry land. Ps 95:4-5
Beauty was made for us. To provide for us and to give us joy. Nature without God is dead. How empty the thought! Random cells with no purpose? No hope… because nothing was meant to be? I’ll pass…
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