The Lord Our Hope!
At first glance, this tree looks pretty bleak doesn’t it? Branches devoid of leaves, stretched toward an overcast sky. But look again! Have a listen to the video soundtrack I have uploaded. The seemingly empty branches are filled with little birds, singing sweetly!
It brought a lump to my throat, as the Lord reminded me again, that this season will end. Spring will follow this “winter” of virus and lockdown. Will you and I, like the birds, continue to sing praises to him in the “bleakness”? God, our Hope and our strength invites you and me to come away with Him, and spend time in His beautiful presence, and be renewed once again. He loves the sound of your voice, and your face, lifted to Him in reciprocal love.
Song of Songs 2:11-14 (TPT):
“The season has changed, the bondage of your barren winter has ended, and the season of hiding is over and gone. The rains have soaked the earth and left it bright with blossoming flowers. The season for singing and pruning the vines has arrived. I hear the cooing of doves in our land, filling the air with songs to awaken you and guide you forth. Can you not discern this new day of destiny breaking forth around you? The early signs of my purposes and plans are bursting forth. The budding vines of new life are now blooming everywhere. The fragrance of their flowers whispers, “There is change in the air.” Arise, my love, my beautiful companion, and run with me to the higher place. For now is the time to arise and come away with me. For you are my dove, hidden in the split-open rock. It was I who took you and hid you up high in the secret stairway of the sky. Let me see your radiant face and hear your sweet voice. How beautiful your eyes of worship and lovely your voice in prayer.”
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I believe God is working in the midst of this pandemic. I believe we’ll see miracles. I’m thankful He’s given us reminders right outside (the birds) to keep praising Him no matter what.
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Jill, greetings from the green pine tree farms of middle Georgia, USA. No rolling, lush hills of green grass, just flat, sorta-sandy, mixed with typical red clay. and covered with hundreds of thousands of acres of pine trees meant for lumber, etc. Yet, it’s still a beautiful place in it’s own right.
But that is not why I am writing. I am writing to you, today, to encourage you. God bless you for all you post on this blog! You are an encouragement, even though I don’t comment that often. Keep doing what you are doing – don’t grow weary in doing well.
Be safe. Stay well. God bless and be with you and your family.
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Thank you Anthony, for your kind encouragement! Sometimes it can feel as though you’re blogging into a vacuum 😀 The place where you live sounds beautiful! I hope you and your family are safe and well. May the Lord bless and keep you. Jill