Good Day, God!
Aaaa, I am sitting here at daughter Sandy’s, looking out the window at the glorious Santa Catalina Mountains. Mark is in school. Sandy and Ian are at his graduation rehearsal. It is quiet.
This morning began — wonderfully late — with a massage from Renate — a Mother’s Day Gift from Sandy. I am thankful, God! Make that THANKFUL.
Truly our children hold our Hearts in their hands. Grandchildren, too, hold our Hearts. This is as it should be. What good is a Protected Heart? Perhaps, God, Hearts are like bread dough? They only expand after a combination of pounding and resting.
This morning Sandy and I were talking about Praising You. Truly, the point and purposes of praise are often hard to grasp. Yet Hebrews 13:15 tells us to offer up the sacrifice of Praise.
As we talked it seemed to me that our very bodies are analogous to musical instruments. Cellos? When we Praise You, God — it is like giving You the Bow to our Cello. The music becomes richer and full of assurance. Not, alas, assurance that we will get what we want. But, assurance that we matter and that we are loved.
How does this matter? Well, I’m looking up at the dry mountains of Tucson and thinking of the Beaver Believers described in the June, 2012 issue of the Atlantic. These are people committed to repopulating North America with beavers. Apparently, one shallow little beaver dam can add a tremendous amount to the local ground water. It comes to me that Somehow one person Praising You is like a beaver. I am laughing. I have no idea what the spiritual equivalent of ground water is. Still, the link is there in my heart.
Beavers, shallow dams, ground water and the sacrifice of praise. Go figure! Still, God, I am smiling and feeling joy at the images. Thank You!