The bluejay on my crepe myrtle simply has no choice but to call wildly and almost irritatingly each day to his counterpart across the yards. He is announcing his location at my window feeder. The other comes in and lights on the tree and then they take up their seed together, side by side, in unparalleled shades of blue.
God’s living creations abounded on my walks, performing their utmost to His glory. The catbirds sang gaily nonstop. The deer lifted their white tails and sprung off together in unison. Even the geese descended in formation like a squadron of planes tipping their wings to dazzle.
God’s Word calls for perfection, even if I am never to grasp it two moments of it in a row. All life starts there, in His transcendence. The earth is ordained to operate in the fulfillment of His plan, despite defect and stumbling block. Impediments also abound, but His authority finds a way. A new sprig, its root paled in darkness, pushes to the sun through a split in the rock. A tree handsomely incorporates the deep carving of a lover’s knife. A goose having lost its foot still serves the flock.
I wrote these words years ago in a poem about beauty. …It is our soul, the anxious arrow, Held by our body, a timid bow…God didn’t make me to be anxious and timid. He made me to walk in His Sovereignty and perform the Master’s work with excellence!
Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ. Colossians 3:23-24
Meeting God at the Park 