I have a confession to make. I have always over analyzed everything that I set out to do. I over think every nook and cranny of the matter and only make it harder on myself.
I want to wait until I’m ready and things will be near perfect, therefore I procrastinate.
Then I worry…
…and worry
…and worry some more.
My first post and I was still seeking God for the answers.
While in Tennessee on vacation with my husband and sister and brother in law, I was in awe of God’s creation that surrounded us. Every day at the cabin captured a brand new day of awesomeness! We sat on the big porch that almost touched the clouds with our big mugs of coffee and rocked the day away in our big rocking chairs. We had a big time, as my Grandma used to say.
We watched as three bears ambled up the drive where the sun rays were trickling softly through the branches of the stately oaks. A Momma bear, and two baby bears. The baby bears were lazily following behind and Momma bear would glance over her shoulder every little bit to make sure they were tagging along.
The huge spider web at the end of the porch was so intricately woven. There were holes here and there where the spider’s victims had fought to free themselves so as not to become supper. One morning we looked and she had fixed the holes and done some major overhaul while we slept, it looked like a brand new spider home.
A sweet butterfly landed on my hand and then once on my shoulder on two different occasions.
I considered all of creation and was softly reminded of a specific scripture. Psalm 150:6 NIV Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.
The mountains sing and the trees clap their hands.
All of creation naturally praises the Lord.
The birds each have their own song to sing praises to God. Psalm 148:7-14
The trees dance with the wind at the sound of His voice. The color of Autumn brings Him glory. Springtime bursts forth in praise with new life.
A single spider declares God’s glory in his intricate little web. All of creation is miraculous. All of creation declares His glory in it’s own way.
Psalm 19:1 (NIV) The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
The Lord’s creation naturally brings Him glory and praises Him. But for us it’s a choice. Today I’ve decided to not overthink anything, not stress and not procrastinate. Instead, I will enjoy the beauty around me and choose to praise the Lord.
Psalm 150:6 NIV Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.
