As I sit on my porch at dawn with a cup of tea, I find I am deep in a sea of sound. The birds’ sweet song fills the air with such mirth that my heart brims with joy. The crisp, fresh air seems to come at me in waves rich with the dew’s kiss.
Each sense seems to be tuned to the full love of God for all in His world. I can’t help but join the song: “Then sings my soul, my Christ, my God to Thee, How great thou art!”
These words share the truth of the Psalm scribe’s pen:
1 O Lord, our Lord, your great name fills the earth! Your fame flies to the end of the skies. 2 You have taught kids and babes to tell of your might, you stop the mouths of your foes and all who fight with you. 3 When I look at the night sky, see the work of your hands—the moon and the stars you set in place—4 what are mere men that you should think of them, your works that you should care for them?
5 Yet you made them a bit less than God and put a crown of worth on them. 6 You asked them to care for all you have made, and put all things ‘neath their rule—
7 the flocks, the herds and all the wild beasts, 8 the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and all that swims in the seas’ waves.
9 O Lord, our Lord, your great name fills the earth!
To pray: Hear my song of joy this day and take my gifts of awe. You are true and great. I find rest in the fact that I am your child.
(I wrote this devotion a few years ago. I misunderstood the instructions, but liked the result enough to keep it. My goal, as I understood it, was to write a devotion using only one syllable words. What I ended up doing was really thinking through what the Psalmist was trying to say about God, and about his relationship with God. I share it with you to encourage you to do that hard work of “having the mind of God.” We’ll talk more about that this week.)
Pot of Manna 