"Look Mom, the grass is dancing across the field."
This is what my nine-year-old daughter said today as we were driving down the road.
It was terribly gusty here in Texas today. Not just windy. I mean the kind of wind that takes a Texas tumbleweed down the trail and on the way it just hangs in mid-air for a few minutes standing still in the midst of a never-ending-chilling-to-the-bone, blow-ya-to-death wind.
We'd been at the softball fields...blowing. The soccer fields...weighting ourselves down. Moving out of another office...holding onto furniture threatening to sail off into the way blue yonder.
We were on our way to lunch.
The "field" was the median to the highway.
I had secretly been un-enjoying the wind all day long.
Julia's statement made me stop and take in the beauty of the wind. The life and liveliness in movement. The realization that there is beauty in every kind of storm and hidden in each day's trials. We need but look.
It also convicted me.
I was so not crying out praises to my Creator this day...yet, even the rocks cry out...the grass dances before Him.
Lord, let me join all your creation in praising your mighty name.
"Sing to the LORD, all the earth. ...let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them." Psalm 96: 1&12