Every day we walk past the miracles. They are everywhere, all around us, but we barely notice because we are inundated by hurries and worries. And each day, these miracles beg us to recognize them and praise their Creator.
“Look!” In their splendid array of shades and allure, flowers call for our attention.
“Observe us,” every animal, bird, and insect cries out, each with its own unique design and character.
“What about us?” the fantastic, mesmerizing undersea world beckons.
“Gaze at us,” the stars speak through their brilliance.
In their silent beauty, the majestic mountains, seascapes, and sky remind us they are worthy of our appreciation.
“We are each ingeniously and resourcefully placed on earth for His, and for your, pleasure,” they seem to say.
“Appreciate our beauty!” and “Give praise!”
“He is worthy of all praise!”
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.” Psalm 19:1-3
“But wait—do you really see me!” the infant’s smile calls out.
“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:14
Children’s eyes sparkle with anticipation. They seem to say,
“Can you believe that I, like you, am made in His image, a reflection of the Living God?”
So God created man in His [own] image, in the image of God created He him; male and female created he them. Genesis 1:27
Great is thy faithfulness, Oh Lord Almighty! Even without merit You shower us in an abundance of grace and with overflowing patience.
“Turn away from the pressures, the encumbrances imprisoning you. Disregard those deadlines like an anchor around your neck, forget the financial obligations, ignore the explosive problems, the always unfolding, never-ending drama of everyday life.” Our everyday miracles seem to call out to us.
And so we should turn away long enough to see them, to see Him.
To see that He longs for you to come to Him for a genuine linking of hearts, yours and His, a relationship like no other. A relationship between you and Almighty God. He has made Himself available for us to come to Him. Warm your heart; calm your fears, dry your tears in the arms of the Almighty.
Turn away long enough to hear Him. Incline your ears towards His voice. Listen.
“Cease striving and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” The LORD of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our stronghold. Selah. Psalm 46:10-11
Turn away and find the comfort that you have sought from your youth. Comfort from the very arms that long to hold you, the same arms that paced His vulnerable heart of love into a manger that evening long ago, the heart that grew to become the man destined to release the world from the sin that separates us from Him, the very heart that saw it necessary to stretch its life out on a cross, hands punctured through by grisly iron nails,.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
“Come,” He says. “If you have never been, come.”
“If you have been and walked away, return.”
“Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:29-30
His yoke is found in faith, a fully surrendered heart, in trust, and in obedience.
Softly and Tenderly, song by Will L Thompson, Published in 1880
- Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me;
See, on the portals He’s waiting and watching,
Watching for you and for me.
Come home, come home,
You who are weary, come home;
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!
- Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,
Pleading for you and for me?
Why should we linger and heed not His mercies,
Mercies for you and for me?
- Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing,
Passing from you and from me;
Shadows are gathering, deathbeds are coming,
Coming for you and for me.
- Oh, for the wonderful love He has promised,
Promised for you and for me!
Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon,
Pardon for you and for me.
“Come, Return to me.” He says.
“I am always here, always waiting my child.”
“Come back to me, America.”
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By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2013-2014 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com. ♛