His joy is my strength

The rich brown earth supports a carpet of red and gold
The trees whisper of the coming white blanket as they begin to sleep
I walk
and listen for God in all that surrounds me.
I walk
and see the blood red tear from a tree
that reminds me of His Son's sacrifice for us.

Even though the world sleeps
And its people sleep
God is awake, alive and in control.
He has not forgotten His children
Nor His promises to them

Even though flood waters rise
And people die because of human neglect
He will bring us to Himself
We are His creation
Unique, special, and each one a cherished and valued part of His Creation.
The earth crumbles
yet He is there
Always reaching for His children.

Flood waters
some of my own creation
surround me
but He will not let me drown
The joy of the Lord is my strength.

Are you listening?
Do you see?
Each leaf speaks of His hand
in their existence.
The warm red soil of the desert shows His hands
as well as the dense leafy forest around me.
The grand design
The varied faces of
each plant
each animal
each human
Speak of Him.

We are not alone.
Thanks be to God