October 19, 2010

How to see what is plain...

Oh, dancing stars twinkle as moon and clouds waltz together tonight in the sky. 
Such a beautiful sight...peeking into the glory of God.
 His amazing Love, trancendent power so exquisitely expressed to a world of people frantically running nowhere, searching for something-anything--empty, hollow hearts, screaming for meaning to their existence.
Look up. 
Notice, long for, discover and reach towards the Star. 
He reaches for you each day. 
He speaks so clearly, searching intently to show you how dearly He loves you. 
How He's made plain who He is. 
Stop running.
Dance with the Creator of your soul.
Listen to the Message:

Psalm 19

A David Psalm

"1-2 God's glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.

Madame Day holds classes every morning,

Professor Night lectures each evening.

3-4 Their words aren't heard,

their voices aren't recorded,

But their silence fills the earth:

unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.

4-5 God makes a huge dome

for the sun—a superdome!

The morning sun's a new husband

leaping from his honeymoon bed,

The daybreaking sun an athlete

racing to the tape.

6 That's how God's Word vaults across the skies

from sunrise to sunset,

Melting ice, scorching deserts,

warming hearts to faith.

7-9 The revelation of God is whole

and pulls our lives together.

The signposts of God are clear

and point out the right road.

The life-maps of God are right,

showing the way to joy.

The directions of God are plain

and easy on the eyes.

God's reputation is twenty-four-carat gold,

with a lifetime guarantee.

The decisions of God are accurate

down to the nth degree.

10 God's Word is better than a diamond,

better than a diamond set between emeralds.

You'll like it better than strawberries in spring,

better than red, ripe strawberries.

11-14 There's more: God's Word warns us of danger

and directs us to hidden treasure.

Otherwise how will we find our way?

Or know when we play the fool?

Clean the slate, God, so we can start the day fresh!

Keep me from stupid sins,

from thinking I can take over your work;

Then I can start this day sun-washed,
scrubbed clean of the grime of sin.

These are the words in my mouth;

these are what I chew on and pray.

Accept them when I place them

on the morning altar,

O God, my Altar-Rock,

God, Priest-of-My-Altar."

These are my gifts...celebrate.  He is speaking so clearly.
...just listen.
Ann has many others celebrating, too...drop by.
holy experience

1 comment:

Caroline said...

So fab Daune- and I love the photos


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