All His Works

Good Morning,

Psalm 103:22 (NIV)
Praise the LORD, all his works
everywhere in his dominion.
Praise the LORD, O my soul.
Psalm 103:22 (NLT)
Praise the Lord, everything he has created,
everything in all his kingdom.
Let all that I am praise the Lord.

Each time that I've read this verse of Scripture I've sort of wondered about "all his works" praising God. This morning I didn't wonder about it.

I thought of the birds that fly around the trees in my yard and those I've heard in the forests, mountains, and even deserts where I happened to be. All of them, every species I've ever seen, has had a song that they sing. All different, yes, but, maybe, just maybe...all the same? All, perhaps, singing the praises of the Lord God, Creator of the universe.

I thought of the squirrels and other small animals making their pleasant noises and squeaks as they run about. Making sounds that, maybe, just maybe...praise God?

And I thought of other sounds that I've heard. The trees whispering in a breeze; the ocean's waves lapping the shore; a wind whipping through canyons and on mountain tops; so many sounds. So many beautiful sounds.

Yes, God created them all, just as He created us. And in this wondrous creation of His, all of it is here to praise Him, to worship Him, to honor Him.

Even the grasses of the field rubbing against other stalks of grasses.

Even, well, all His works, everything He has created, and everywhere in the world.

This morning I thank God for showing me this so clearly, something that I should have seen easily long before now. Maybe I did and just didn't see the significance. Or, maybe, He gave me these thoughts this morning to share them with you. I don't know why, but I am thankful.

Love, peace, and blessings,

David