Seeing...and singing

       "For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His steadfast love toward those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far does He remove our transgressions from us...Bless the Lord, all His works, in all places of His dominion. Bless the Lord, O my soul!"
        Everywhere and at every time, the Lord is working, moving, and revealing His handiwork.  What a creation...what a Creator!  Even a predawn walk with our dog--while crossing over the beltline bridge for pete's sake!--we see His glory broadcast all over the darkened highway--

        Did the folks driving along see it?  Did they notice?  Did they give thanks to the One whose steadfast love is higher than the heavens?  And how many times have I missed His gracious, glorious gifts?  And when I glimpse His gifts, is my immediate response to "Bless the Lord, O my soul?"  Oh my, I don't want to miss any opportunity to bless Him and give Him glory!  But all too often--in my busyness, preoccupation, or plain old self-centeredness--I rush right by and forfeit the joy of praising the Creator for the big and the little blessings He showers upon us so relentlessly.   
        I couldn't help but think of A.W. Tozer's wonderful words--
        ""We make a mistake if we do not learn to admire God in all things, great and small; for a new rich mine would be opened in our consciousness if we could learn to recognize God in nature as well as in grace!  We do acknowledge that the God of nature is also the God of grace; and it is true that we glorify God's redeeming grace no less when we glorify His creating and sustaining power.  When Christ came to redeem us, He stepped into the framework of an already existent nature.
         If we will obey and believe, we can go on pushing back the narrow borders of our spiritual world until it takes in the whole creation of God!"
         Thank You, Father, for Your glorious creation...from the magnificent sunrise to the refreshing air of autumn to the carpet of brilliantly colored leaves on our path to our silly stick-toting dog. 

    You created it all, You sustain it all, and You are redeeming it all.  Help us to see You in every atom of the world around us and then to immediately turn our seeing into a ceaseless chorus of praise and thanksgiving.   
     Please keep us seeing and then singing...for You are forever worthy.  To God be the glory.