In todays age of I-Pods , I-Phones,Cellular , text messaging etc... quiet is lost , noise is the norm. In our homes the TV is on , the kids have their MP3's , constant commotion. We have lost of art of being quiet , of being still .I can still recall walking back through trails and hearing birds sing, the wind play with the trees . The brook would move to a running sound like a symphony of strings instruments .You could hear the sounds around you .Not only the sounds but displays of colors . Wild flowers painting a picture , the sun dancing on water.
Often we are busy for no real reason , other than to be busy. It serves no point. In fact it can cloud our abilities to think about deeper things. Life,death,why are we here and what is the point of it all. When the mind is busy with the trivial , it cannot think.
Psalm 46:10 “Be still, and know that I am God.... Today when I was at Scotts Bay , I paused and listened to the wind , heard the waves touch the shore , heard a sea gull and looked to see clouds paint the sky , the sun dance on the water and this passage of scripture came to mind. For a moment in the quiet I realized the majesty of God , His might and His love for his creation and mankind. The world around us leaves no stone unturned to the reality of God who created all things .
Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
God has not left us in the dark . He has placed a symphony of sights and sounds , we only cannot see our creator because we have committed cosmic treason . We love the sounds and sights of sin that darkens and blackens our minds . But God sent the Son . The light of the world.
John 12:46 I have come into the world as light, so that whoever believes in me may not remain in darkness.
May we stop and listen , look and realize God has come to save and in Christ we can see the world in a whole new way if we will once and a while be still .
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I love Scott's Bay. It feels like our spot. Flying kites, throwing frisbees, great BBQ, and all the memories of walking on the beach with the kids. Plus, what's not to love about a place with a bathroom. When I spent all that time not being able to go, because of my cancer, I really missed it. I love the little bridge we walk across. It's so unspoiled, by humans, that you can't help but feel that much closer to God. Thanks for bringing all the memories back. Love you, Mrs Reg
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