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Prayers
and Thoughts for Reflection
There
are hands that help and comfort, This
is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Dear Lord, guide me as I step out the door today. Help me to see all that you have set before me. Lead me down the path of your choosing and shine through me to those that I meet along the way. Amen. When
Autumn flings her banners wide upon October air, Were
there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts;
and no one to thank. I
believe in God, only I spell it Nature. My
soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth’s
loveliness. Earth’s
crammed with heaven, As
the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than
your ways I've
always regarded nature as the clothing of God. Nature
is the living, visible garment of God. The
groves were God's first temples. Nature
is the art of God. Nature
is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes
its fashioning hand. The
world is God’s language to us. Remain
in me, and I will remain in you. Look
deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
Nature
is man’s religious book, with lessons for every day. God
writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers
and clouds and stars. I
love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through
which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. And
this our life, exempt from public haunt, The
sky is the daily bread of the eyes. He
who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will supply and
multiply your resources and increase the harvest of your righteousness. A
morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics
of books. You
will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones
will teach you that which you can never learn from masters. The
trees are God's great alphabet: The
poetry of the earth is never dead. Nature
is man’s teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals
his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes
from all the sights and sounds of her existence. I
go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in
order. Thank you Lord, for the everyday gifts I so often take for granted. Remind me to open my eyes and see your divine touch in all things. Help me to do what I can to communicate your love and paint a rainbow in the lives of those around me. Amen Truly
it may be said that the outside of a mountain is good for the inside
of a man. Flowers
have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are
the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their
character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
A
happy life is not built up of tours abroad and pleasant holidays,
but of little clumps of violets noticed by the roadside, hidden away
almost so that only those can see them who have God’s peace
and love in their hearts; in one long continuous chain of little joys,
little whispers from the spiritual world, and little gleams of sunshine
on our daily work. I
only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown,
for going out, I found, was really going in. One
of the hardest lessons we have to learn in this life, and one that
many persons never learn, is to see the divine, the celestial, the
pure, in the common, the near at hand – to see that heaven lies
about us here in this world. The
man whispered, "God, speak to me" and a meadowlark sang.
But, Look
at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into
barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more
value than they? Climb
the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow
into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own
freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will
drop off like autumn leaves. Forget
not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long
to play with your hair. Sing
to the Lord with thanksgiving; make music to our God on the harp.
He covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and
makes grass grow on the hills. Consider
how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not
even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If
that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today,
and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe
you. There
is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me. To
one who has been long in city pent, Rest
is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on
a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching
the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. As
you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest,
or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does
not look like a door, opens. Once
you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top
grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again
going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries
like a crippling weight upon his back. I
remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of
pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon
it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled
thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive
and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins
my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when
I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me
- I am happy. If
the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass
springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things
of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul
is alive. One
of the most important – and most neglected – elements
in the beginnings of the interior life is the ability to respond to
reality, to see the value and the beauty in ordinary things, to come
alive to the splendor that is all around us in the creatures of God. Oh,
Lord, I thank you for the privilege and gift of living in a world
filled with beauty and excitement and variety. Nature
chose for a tool, not the earthquake or lightning to rend and split
asunder, not the stormy torrent or eroding rain, but the tender snow-flowers
noiselessly falling through unnumbered centuries. Flowers
are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
God
loved the flowers and invented soil. Man loved the flowers and invented
vases. Some
people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior,
but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex
every time he looks at a flower. If
you doubt there is a God, look deep into a rose; If
one way be better than another, that you may be sure is Nature's way.
He
will teach us His ways, and we shall walk in His paths. The
best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.
The
kiss of the sun for pardon, I
think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in
a garden at the cool of the day. The
greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses.
Bread
feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul. Many
things grow in the garden that were never sown there. I
never had any other desire so strong, and so like to covetousness,
as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last
of a small house and a large Garden. Take
thy plastic spade, I
perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. Half
the interest of a garden is the constant exercise of the imagination.
A
sensitive plant in a garden grew, There
is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even
its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious
blunder. Last
night, there came a frost, which has done great damage to my garden....
It is sad that Nature will play such tricks on us poor mortals, inviting
us with sunny smiles to confide in her, and then, when we are entirely
within her power, striking us to the heart. We
cannot command Nature except by obeying her. If
you violate [Nature's] laws you are your own prosecuting attorney,
judge, jury, and hangman. Jesus
says, "And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here
today and gone tomorrow, won't He more surely care for you?" Dear Lord, I see your hand, Lord in everything around me. Help me to recognize all that you are sending my way. Amen To
plow is to pray – to plant is to prophesy, and the harvest answers
and fulfills. I
think that I shall never see Trees
are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company. Only a
few love to be alone. I
frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to
keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old
acquaintance among the pines. Between
every two pines is a doorway to a new world. Trees
are your best antiques. The
true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not
expect to sit. If
I knew I should die tomorrow, I would plant a tree today. It
is well that you should celebrate your Arbor Day thoughtfully, for
within your lifetime the nation's need of trees will become serious.
We of an older generation can get along with what we have, though
with growing hardship; but in your full manhood and womanhood you
will want what nature once so bountifully supplied and man so thoughtlessly
destroyed; and because of that want you will reproach us, not for
what we have used, but for what we have wasted. Trees
are poems that earth writes upon the sky, Only
when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the
last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money. God
has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches,
and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.
Nature,
to be commanded, must be obeyed. We
never know the worth of water till the well is dry. Good
heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed...
if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and
how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons. Man
must feel the earth to know himself and recognize his values.... God
made life simple. It is man who complicates it. Man
has been endowed with reason, with the power to create, so that he
can add to what he's been given. But up to now he hasn't been a creator,
only a destroyer. Forests keep disappearing, rivers dry up, wild life's
become extinct, the climate's ruined and the land grows poorer and
uglier every day. To
waste, to destroy our natural resources, to skin and exhaust the land
instead of using it so as to increase its usefulness, will result
in undermining in the days of our children the very prosperity which
we ought by right to hand down to them amplified and developed. Take
care of the earth and she will take care of you. The
human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by
the hand of man. When
one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the
rest of the world. A
lady had recently been baptized. One of her co-workers asked her what
it was like to be a Christian. She was caught off guard and didn't
know how to answer; but when she looked up, saw a jack-o-lantern on
the desk and answered: "It's like being a pumpkin." The
co-worker asked her to explain that one. "Well, God picks you
from the patch and brings you in and washes off all the dirt on the
outside that you got from being around all the other pumpkins. Then
he cuts off the top and takes all the yucky stuff out from inside.
He removes all those seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. Then he carves
you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for
all to see. It is our choice to either stay outside and rot on the
vine or come inside and be something new and bright." Drop
a pebble in the water, and its ripples reach out far; and the sunbeams
dancing on them may reflect them to a star. Blessed
is he whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord His
God, the Maker of heaven and earth, the sea, and everything in them
– the Lord, who remains faithful forever. Everywhere
I find the signature, the autograph of God, and he will never deny
his own handwriting. God hath set his tabernacle in the dewdrop as
surely as in the sun. No man can any more create the smallest flower
than he could create the greatest world. All
things bright and beautiful, Each
little flower that opens, The
purple headed mountains, The
cold wind in the winter, God
gave us eyes to see them It
is only a tiny rosebud, Open
your eyes and the whole world is full of God. I
see your hand, Lord, in everything around me, You go
no where by accident. O
God, help me to touch someone today with my eyes, my words,
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