With a Grateful Prayer and a Thankful Heart: God speaks to me in Springtime

Sunday, April 23, 2017

God speaks to me in Springtime

God speaks to me in springtime
When the earth is wet with dew
In the meadows and the prairies
As the grass comes poking through.


In the budding of a flower
On a bright and wondrous day
In the middle of a thunderstorm
As trees begin to sway.

God speaks to me in summer
When the sun is at its peak
In the marshes and the lowlands
As the frogs begin to creak.

In the chirping of a sparrow
On a calm and sultry morn
In the middle of a twilight sky
As day is being born.

God speaks to me in autumn
When the earth is turning brown
In the valleys and woodlands
As the leaves come tumbling down.

In the beauty that surrounds us
On a vast and rolling plain
In the middle of a harvest day
As barns are filled with grain.

God speaks to me in winter
When the frost is on the ground
In the forests and the mountains
As the flakes come swirling round.

In the presence of a full moon
On a cold and stormy night
In the middle of a country lane
When stars are shining bright.

God speaks to me in seasons
When a child is being born
In the middle of a wedding
As the vows are being sworn.

In the valley of the shadows
On a deathbed, I will flee
In the open arms of angels
As Jesus waits for me.

© 2001 Marilyn Ferguson

ahh... springtime and flowers and birds and rain. It is all happening finally. A few days ago, I went about the yard snapping photos of what I could find blooming to go with the poem in this post. It was early morning, overcast and a little dreary. But beauty was everywhere as was the whisper from God of His Majesty. 

As if all this beauty wasn't enough to uplift and fill my heart with joy, He did one more thing.

I uploaded the photos from my camera and began writing this post. I sent a text to my husband asking him to identify a little bird I had just photographed. It was through John's words that I was once again reminded that God speaks to me in springtime.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Matthew 10:29-31

7 comments:

Bev said...

Thank you so much for the beautiful poem, pictures and encouraging words. God bless you!! Bev

Down By The Bay said...

Such beautiful photos and lovely words; God's majesty in spring! That last photo looks like lilacs? Blooming off the branch? Is it lilac? If not what is it and is my eye deceiving me?

Susan said...

Oh LDH, what a gorgeous post. It's actually, well, like a breath of spring! Your photos are truly beautiful, too. May your Sunday (and every day) be blessed. Susan

Laurie said...

Thank you for sharing your beautiful pictures and poem, Lorraine. I can almost smell the lilacs!

Karen said...

I really love that sweet poem! And your beautiful photos.

Debby Ray said...

Aww...this is my favorite way to worship! Such beautiful photos that accompany these beautiful words perfectly!

Sally Croft said...

Thank you for putting into words and pictures many of our thoughts, as we consider the bounty of spring and the majesty of God in our lives.

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