1.23.2011

what calls for songs of loudest praise

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The splendor of a King,
clothed in majesty
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Let all the earth rejoice,
all the earth rejoice
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He wraps himself in light,
and darkness tries to hide

it trembles at His voice,
trembles at His voice
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And age to age He stands
and time is in His Hands

Beginning and the End,
Beginning and the End
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The Godhead, three in one
Father, Spirit, Son

the Lion and the Lamb,
the Lion and the Lamb
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How great is our God,
sing with me
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How great is our God,
and all will see

How great,
How great is our God
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Name above all names
Worthy of all praise


My heart will sing
how great is our God
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That is one of the songs that was echoing inside my helmet as hubby and I blazed the snowmobile trails Saturday (along with this one, and this, and this, and this one, too)
"Come, thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace; streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise."
I belted out as I was awed by how He reveals Himself in creation.  The blinding pure white snow.  The fat flakes lit up against the dark of the tree line.  The wide winding river flowing ever so silent.

My heart swelled...

As it did while on the hike with the kids on Friday.  When the sun rose into the clear blue sky that day, we knew we'd head out and soak it up.  Soak up His beauty.  Me soaking up the kid's youth.  (And flying backwards down the sledding hill.)

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And, reading Ann's book that night, my heart agreed with hers in sharing this quote,
"Every time you feel in God's creatures something pleasing and attractive, do not let your attention be arrested by them alone, but, passing them by, transfer your thought to God and say; "Oh my God, if Thy creations are so full of beauty, delight and joy, how infinitely more full of beauty, delight and joy art Thou Thyself, Creator of all!" Nicodemus of the Holy Mountain

YES!  If His creation astounds me, how much more amazing is the Creator?! The blinding whiteness of the snow points to God who is absolute light!  The joy I have in watching my children tromp through the snow is nothing compared to how He delights in us, His children!

So, I continue to list out every (seemingly) little gift He's given me, not in praise of the gifts themselves, but of the gracious Giver.

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learning more about His redeeming love through the eyes of a friend
shredded pork and avocado tacos on a sunny Sunday afternoon
after a time of worship with His body

the smell of country lemonade candle burning into the late hours
snoring yellow dog
freshly vacuumed carpet
school day prepared ahead of time

freedom to connect with friends and family in a new (to me) way
following animal trails in the snow
bunny tracks ALL over
fresh eggs still warm from the coop

hearing from the Holy Spirit
library books on hold
something to look forward to
scarf warming my neck

following in his snowmobile tracks
po-dunk diner
hard-working, overall and mud-boot bedecked old-timers sharing stories over black coffee
the thickest, best onion rings
quality and quantity time with JUST him

texting my best friend who knows and belly laughing
boys who RUN into Sunday school
the smell of clean laundry
dimpled second-born with crazy morning hair

I'm making a point this week to have my (actual paper) journal out and open on the counter, pencil ready to scratch down every gift my eyes and heart realize this week.

How about you?  Do you see how all is gift?  How He lavishes?  How we can count even the painful and the ugly and the messy as beautiful in our lives?

I'm blessed to journey with you,
Megan


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