Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. -John Muir
After I was born again I began longing for dusty mountain trails and foggy morning mountain tops. A new appreciation for all things living, ecosystems both little and large, was birthed in my heart. I began seeing nature as incredibly, breathtakingly, beautiful. In the mountains I found a church I could play in as well as pray in. My worship was no longer confined to a church pew. My heart’s renewed appreciation for flower blossoms and early morning dew drops became my daily prayer, my heartfelt song of praise.
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it; Psalm 24:1
Recognizing the beauty in nature, as well as living a life of service, healed my heart.Someone carefully paints each sunset, calls each star by name, clothes the lilies of the field in a grandeur greater than any king’s apparel, and counts the cost of each sparrow. And if this same someone who created our beautiful earth and the vast expanse of universe it occupies, if this same someone is mindful of me, what on God’s green earth do I have to fear?
Because the earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it. And God captures my every tear in a bottle, His thoughts toward me outnumber the grains of sand in all the world, and He hides me in the shelter of His wings. The natural world provided me with a sense of security while at the same time invoked a sentiment of wonder, and wonder turned to reverence, and reverence to adoration.
And now my soul cries out to the One I love in constant exaltation, “How great Thou art”.
Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice.
Dear World, I wish you a place to play in and pray in.