My front door is one hundred and ten steps away from the sea shore. This morning I can hear the honks of Canadian Brent geese that graze along the waters edge. The sun is coming up over the hill to the left. It will melt the crisp frost that has whitened the grass overnight. It’s a new day dawning.
I think of the song by Matt Redman
The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes
Bless the Lord, O my soul
O my soul
Worship His holy name
Sing like never before
O my soul
I’ll worship Your holy name
You’re rich in love, and You’re slow to anger
Your name is great, and Your heart is kind
For all Your goodness I will keep on singing
Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find
The Brent geese come to this area of Strangford Lough for the winter. I always think of our friends from Canada when I see them. They remind me of the blessing Canadians have been to my husband and family. Canadians have visited us and we have visited Canada.
There are four aeroplane trails going west to east as I look up in the sky. Flight paths pass over Ireland from Canada to London. After the Christmas festivities with friends and family my heart is being drawn to travel and the nations beyond to tell my story of God healing me from cancer.
I was reading from the scriptures this morning.
This message is from the LORD, who stretched out the heavens, laid the foundations of the earth, and formed the human spirit. (Zechariah 12:1 NLT)
How good it is to sing praises to our God.
He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.
He counts the stars and calls them all by name.
How great is our Lord! His power is absolute!
His understanding is beyond comprehension! (Psalm 147 v 1 to 4
These scriptures remind me that the God who made the heavens, made me, and he healed my broken heart and healed my wounds and is restoring my life from sadness and sorrow.
I want to sing Bless The Lord Oh my soul. I am alive to praise The Lord. Psalm 88 says the dead cannot praise God. It is good to be alive to hear and see the Brent Geese.
My sons, daughters and grand children were strumming on their guitars, playing a tin whistle and singing last night as we gathered together. Songs of joy are filling our home and hearts.
One of my grand daughters gets up early to play her guitar and write songs. She has to rush when her mum calls her for school.
He awakens me morning by morning and fills me with joy.