What a beautiful word. The very nature of God expressing itself in worship. I wonder if we are as grateful for His blooming abundance?
This wilderness, this dry land rejoices with joy and singing. Can you hear it? As the wind blows through each branch, rustling the leaves on a cool fall morning. Close your eyes and listen. Can you sense it? The bubbling brook rolling, splashing over rocks... laughing, dancing in the sunlight of a spring morning
They do not debate the existence of their maker. Not a doubt nor struggle causes them to reason Him away. They have no cause for distraction but only to live, to move, to be as He created them... beautiful just because.
Oh that we could be like more like the nature which surrounds, so easily expressing gratitude in worship, daily lifting Our Blooming Abundance.
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