herbiehancock

Clear Night Sky   Black velvet stretches out endlessly above me, draped across the tops of the pointed green pines.  Silver sequin stars sewn to the surface wink as if they know a secret, but I can see the signs. The inky velvet drape muffles the sounds  of murmuring tree frogs and whirring night birds. While a cool breeze whispers: hushing all doubts, calming all fears, and speaking of the wonder without any words. So small, so unimportant, we are, and yet, all part of the grand scheme. The roles we play, we may never know, but they're much more significant than what they first seem. We, like the stars,  are tiny sequins in a world that is amazing and immense, but if we let our lights shine and keep our feet on the path, some day, some day,  it will all make sense.

Checking my morning glories every day in search of new blooms gives me joy. This morning, I found a very pale and delicate blue (almost white) flower. Then I saw another bloom which made me smile. Apparently a seed escaped my flower box and ended down in the rocks on the ground. There, against the odds, all by itself, was growing this brave little morning glory. That gave me a laugh and gave me a lift. * * * * * This song holds a special spot in my heart and somehow seems an appropriate one to post with my morning glories above. It is one I vividly remember singing in church as a little girl. It is definitely a song that gives me joy.

They Ask "How can you believe in God? How do you know he is there?" "What!?... Can't you smell the bliss of honeysuckle drifting in the air?" "How can you believe in God? How do you know he's true?" "Haven't you seen the colors? The flames of red, the stars of blue?" "How can you believe in Him? Someone you've never seen?" "Just look at all the patterns thousands in red and green." "Creativity, symmetry, design! Oh the fuzzy magic of a single soybean!" * "Can't you see the ocean of ivy splashing against the trees? " "Can't you hear the joy and delight in the voices of kids throwing Frisbees? " "Can't you see the pine trees growing, straight and tall, with the soft carpet of needles underneath them all?" "Can't you see the people walking with the ones they love?" "Can't you hear your feet crunching acorns that have fallen from above?...

When there is a parade in my town in the summertime, the folks here will set up their lawn chairs at the curbs along the streets of the parade route very early in the day, hours before time for the parade to pass by. This saves them a good spot for viewing the parade. They don't want to miss it. No, nobody steals the lawn chairs or moves them out of the way. That is just the way it is here. I live in a small town where pretty much everyone knows everyone else. The chairs just sit there saving a place for those who are coming. For those who don't plan ahead, they will have to sit or stand behind those lawn chairs to see the parade and perhaps not have quite as good of a view. I was reminded of summertime parades in my town by the sermon presented by the minister of my church this morning. He was talking about the story of Zacchaeus. This is the Bible passage that it was based upon. Luke 19: 1-10 Zacchaeus the Tax Collector 1 Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through...