Psalm 100
Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands. Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations. 

                                                                  Psalm 95
O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms. For the LORD is a great God, and a great King above all gods. In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also. The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land. O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.

The snowstorm left over 19 inches of the white substance behind…showcasing a thing of beauty in its wake.  The winds were howling and the storm left many stranded…or unable to get to their jobs in time…but the aftermath is a scene of tranquility akin to a postcard painted by Rockwell himself.

However, even Rockwell in his prime needed inspiration and the “gift” to bring beauty forward.  And, this latest snowstorm splendor was painted by the Master of all masters in art, “Father God” —His hands and signature beauty apparent in the sprawling hills and trees.

A fir tree decorated with pounds of snow stands atop a hill, lovely to see, and peaceful to take in.  Upon closer inspection, I notice nestled on a branch, a red cardinal striking in beauty, a stark contrast to the blanket beneath its feet,  this little one was resplendent in the true meaning of the word.

Although the storm raged outside.  The aftermath was peace.  He brought us through it, much like the storms in our life…He is always there, and the aftermath is one of peace, and tranquility.

Sometimes it takes awhile, but the end result is that Father will always care for His children.  He is the great Creator, and King of kings…and our everything.

Without Him, there is nothing that was made, that isn’t made.

Who created the great fir tree?

Who created the beauty of the red Cardinal?

Who lends pause to the overall transformation of such exquisite peace and solitude?

Our Father, the Creator of all things.

So, thank you Father for all things from above.  For the blue skies, for replenishing our land with rainfall.  Thank You for the snow and its calming aftermath, and the glow of Your moon you set so perfectly in the sky.  Thank You for the sun, for the clouds, each one vastly different from the next.  Thank You for our little creatures, both big and small, for the scavenger creatures that clean our earth, for the joy of puppies, and kittens.  Thank You for the miracle of birth, for Mothers and Fathers that care for their children, thank You for Your protection, and most of all for Your love.

To You, dear Father God, we honor You, we give You unending thanks. We give You the victory, and we give You our love.

Thank You for each moment we have on earth.

Thank You for the chance to be Your vessel to shine Your light from within to without.

Thank You for all blessings You’ve bestowed since the beginning of time, to all of Your children.

Father God my heart beats for You,

To know You is to know peace,

With You all things are possible.

With You there is joy,

With You there is wisdom and freedom,

With You in my corner,

who can be against me?

You are glorious,

marvelous,

magnificent,

and loving.

O’Lord, my Father…

who is like You?

No one else.

Your Sovereign beauty and Holiness

reigns supreme.

I Love You…Thank You for Loving me.

Amen~

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