Tonight at work I've been keeping an eye on the trajectory of the moon. I can't exactly say why but when you work nights it's pretty fascinating to walk out and see. I shared a verse this week on Facebook and also sent it to my friend David. You see sometimes the New Living Translation says surprising things. Psalm 92:4 is awesome. "You thrill me, Lord, with all you have done for me! I sing for joy because of what you have done." I guess I look a lot at the moon and water and sunrise because this stuff doesn't happen by accident it's a constant reminder that God is still on his throne and in control. Here's your spiritual vitamin of hope. Maybe you are stressed out like I have been and maybe you need to leave it with God and trust him. But maybe you're asking why. 1 Timothy 4:10 is your reason why. "This is why we work hard and continue to struggle, for our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." See our hope is in the living God and it thrills us because of the things he has done and will continue to do for his people. The ride isn't over.
"So let hope rise,
And darkness trembleIn Your holy light,
And every eye will see
Jesus, our God,
Great and mighty to be praised."
Speaking of the moon and not chicken fried steak this reminded me of one of my favorite songs that speaks of the moon and God's creation.
This is the Color Green by Rich Mullins
"And the moon is a sliver of silver
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop
And every house must have it's builder
And I awoke in the house of God
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
Stretched from the sun
Across the sky north to south
And on my way to early meeting
I heard the rocks crying out
I heard the rocks crying out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise
And the wrens have returned and they're nesting
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again
And the streams are all swollen with winter
Winter unfrozen and free to run away now
And I'm amazed when I remember
Who it was that built this house
And with the rocks I cry out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise"
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop
And every house must have it's builder
And I awoke in the house of God
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
Stretched from the sun
Across the sky north to south
And on my way to early meeting
I heard the rocks crying out
I heard the rocks crying out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise
And the wrens have returned and they're nesting
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again
And the streams are all swollen with winter
Winter unfrozen and free to run away now
And I'm amazed when I remember
Who it was that built this house
And with the rocks I cry out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise"
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