Psalm 28:6-8
Praise be to the Lord,
for he has heard my cry for mercy.
The Lord is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
My heart leaps for joy,
and with my song I praise him.
Praise be to the Lord,
for he has heard my cry for mercy.
The Lord is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
My heart leaps for joy,
and with my song I praise him.
The Lord is the
strength
of his people,
a fortress of salvation for his anointed one.
a fortress of salvation for his anointed one.
When I planted my patch of zinnias, I read the seed packet and
found that the flowers might grow to about three feet tall. I’m not sure what
happened, whether the soil had been fertilized or the hot summer called them upward,
but they raised their heads about five-and-half feet towards the sun. One evening
the rain pounded and brought the flowers to their knees. They drooped across
the walkway to our door. Until I could buy a bit of fencing to correct the
problem, I tied the giant stems to a couple of dowel rods. While I worked on
the greenery, I spied the tiniest frog. He couldn’t have been more than a half
inch long. He sat there is his beautiful green skin that camouflaged him on the
leaf. I watched him for a few minutes, until he disappeared into the flower
bed.
That little creature, even in his fleeting travels, brought joy to
my heart. I am amazed at God’s creation over and over again. As I thought about
that little guy living in the beauty of the colorful blossoms, I was reminded
of God and the joy that he planted in my heart when I chose to believe in him.
Sometimes the joy is overshadowed by doubt or anger. There are times that I
forget the joy. Then God reminds me once again that his joy overcomes my
distress. I want to leap for joy like the little frog leaped across the leaves,
with an appreciation and praise for my awesome God.
Frogs are amazing. We saw lots of colorful specimens in the rain forest. When we lived in the country, my favorite sign of spring was the singing of the frogs.
ReplyDeleteYou like frogs and zinnias. We must be kindred spirits!