How Mercy Frees Us to Worship

Nature Love 

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23

How great is Your faithfulness! Knowing where I stand, I look to the sky. And in a moment I am at rest. I breathe deep.  The tops of trees, the wind and the clouds capture me to Worship. I am in love with the Lord, and I smile. I rest and worship and keep taking in breaths too big for my lungs because I want it all, and I want to keep smelling the air’s flowers. And the pine trees make no sound but move, and they remind me of Michigan, where the Lord brought me to rest and trust, where I laid to sleep on a pillow with sailboats, and dipped beneath a blanket and breathed deep and knew it is well and caught sleep in the afternoon. Any time I look down, I think of the world. But when I look up—I breathe in instinct and, intending to do nothing but stare at the clouds, I worship. Everything in me sings a silent praise. My sin is great, but my heart is stirred, for the Truth He brings to my heart—that I look up, read and declare—saves me. His mercy frees me to worship. And I will worship forever.