Our backyard emerges into an array of color come spring. On this particular spring day, my young granddaughter delights in the soft, fragrant pink roses arrayed in the flowerbeds lining the fence. Gathering a small bouquet in her pudgy baby hands, she lifts up the dazzling flowers and insists that I bend down so we can smell their sweet fragrance together.
Not unlike my granddaughter, enraptured by the beauty of the roses, there are days I am unexpectedly captivated by the lavish essence of God’s love for me. Overwhelmed by His goodness, I call out to Him with gratitude and thankfulness. The sound of my voice beckons His attention, and in mid-stride, He bends down to smell the aroma of my worship and there in His presence, we take joy together in the beauty of His mercy and grace.
I love the LORD because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!