It’s the time when night gives way to a new day. I slip out onto the balcony and wait for the sun to peep over the horizon.
Closing my eyes, I let the gentle rhythm of the surf wash over me. Words to an old hymn come to mind:
all nature sings and round me rings
As I sing softly to myself and God, I’m back with Karen, Judy and Becca in Sunday school opening exercises at the First Methodist Church in my Searcy.
Will, Paulette, Irvin and the other older kids are there, too. And we’re all singing our hearts out.
Gratitude wells up within me. Blessed to have been taken to Sunday school and church. Blessed to have been told about our Creator. Blessed to have heard about a heavenly Father who loves me. Even me. Especially me.
I need that when I stumble and fail at this thing called life. I don’t claim to understand it, and I sure don’t deserve it. But I give thanks for God’s mercy, grace and love. I think, if only everyone could know.
Like a whisper, I hear, You could tell them.
the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
declare their Maker’s praise…
he speaks to me everywhere.
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
The United Methodist Hymnal Number 144
The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof; the world and they that dwell therein.
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