Heaven and Nature Sing

There's something about sitting on a riverbank, first cup of coffee in hand on a cool misty morning that caused me to look in wonder at all that was before me.

The mountains had a fresh dusting of snow on them, the leaves changing red and yellow.  The Wenatchee was up a bit from all the rain.  It came winding past me swiftly making its way through the valley.  Over a rocky dam it picked up speed on the way.  As I sat there on the porch, a thought revealed itself to me. It was all too big, too much to take in.  The sounds, the beauty - immense.   Nature is that way, too big, too amazing to take in. Created by a God too big and too amazing to take in.

Sitting on the banks of the Wenatchee River, I was reminded that scripture says if we do not worship, the rocks themselves will cry out.  Sitting in that place, surrounded by mountains, the sound of the river roaring downstream made me realize that all nature has a voice.  A sound all it's own that sings to God whether I do or not.

It just depends on us if it will sing melody or harmony, but sing it will - regardless.  I'm going to join in the chorus...let Heaven and Nature sing.

"Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy." -- Psalm 98:8.