A few weeks ago, I was sitting under a mango tree with God observing the life that was occurring around me. I was meditating on the psalms I had been reading, and the Lord asked me what my psalm was. He asked me to write my own psalm for Him, and this is what happened.
solitude is my sanctuary
Each leaf and insect and blade of grass You create in their due season. EACH ONE UNLIKE ANY OTHER You are the rustling of the wind, the fragrance of the rain, and the gentle grace with which the birds dance. Your expanse is unfathomable yet You care deeply about the miniscule and minute. You are tender and kind. You splash color onto creation, an abstract array of beauty that finds structure and order in Your hands. Who am I that You should steward Your power and bestow grace upon me? Like a tree missing a branch, You considered creation lacking without me. The skies birth song, and the oceans move with dance. They praise You in their existence. Even the mountains stand before You and the earth quakes in awe. The feet of Your children beat upon the ground as a heart beating in wonder of Your glory. The clamoring sounds of the life You created shout passion and worship. May the sacred ties that bind us together never be broken or loosed. The choreography of existence is woven together and conducted with intention and purpose. Your whisper is in the breeze and Your laughter is in the cicadas’ song. Love is self-sacrificing. Love is humble. Love is an offering. Love is tangible if one dwells within the soul.
embrace serenity
