by Macy Johnson
“Record my lament;
list my tears on your scroll –
are they not in your record?”
(Psalm 56:8 NIV)
Sunday
morning I glanced out my window to catch an exquisite pre-sunrise. Shades of
pink and purple splashed across the sky and announced the sun’s arrival. I
walked out on my balcony to thank my heavenly Father for such a brilliant
display of His glory. Hummingbirds whirred below me in the salvia bush while
purple martins swooped over the water by the dock.
by Macy Johnson
“Thanks be to God for His indescribable
gift!”
(2 Corinthians 9:15 NIV)
I was
scheduled to volunteer at my local hospital’s gift shop. Mary Ellen opened the
door for me and we visited for a while before she disappeared into the storage
room. I moved around the displays with the help of my cane and inspected new
items. A customer walked in and I noticed her employee badge.
by Macy Johnson
“If the Son sets you free,
you will be free indeed.”
(John 8:36 NIV)
Two
generations of adults relaxed on the porch and watched their children and grandchildren
chase fireflies through Pop Pop’s garden. Overhead fans kept everyone cool as
the evening darkness slowly descended. One by one, tiny lights flashed over the
azaleas, black-and-blue salvia, and other plants scattered around the yard.
by Macy Johnson
“To rescue us from the hand of our
enemies,
and to enable us to serve him without
fear.”
(Luke 1:74 NIV)
Purple Martins
flew in a frenzy over the water and around their two-story house. “They must be
feasting on bugs,” my husband commented. Then suddenly Jeff jumped out of his
chair and hurried down to the dock. I noticed the birdhouse’s pole was thick
and moving.
by Macy Johnson
“The Lord descended to the top of
Mount Sinai
and called Moses to the top of the
mountain,
So, Moses went up.”
(Exodus 19:20 NIV)
It has
been over five weeks since I ventured up the steep staircase from the main floor of our home to my
piano/writing studio on the second floor. Fractures
in my pelvis have healed enough for me to climb stairs again. With great
anticipation, I look forward to slowly making my way up the staircase, left
hand on the banister and right hand on my cane.
by Macy Johnson
“Swarms of locusts will take over all
your trees
and the crops of your land.”
(Deuteronomy 28:42 NIV)
To step
out of my house these past weeks is to step into the movie set of “War of the
Worlds.” The mating call of male cicadas resembles the sound of approaching
alien aircraft in the 1953 film. The constant whirr, which is the loudest sound
an insect can make, could bring a grown man to his knees like in the movie. I
have been told that at some nearby locations, the sound is even more deafening
than at our house.
by Macy Johnson
“Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves is heard in our
land.”
(Song of Songs 2:12 NIV)
I received
a large, flat, white envelope with instructions on the outside: “Do Not Bend.”
Jeff, my husband, and I looked at each other. “What could this be?” he asked. I
opened the package to discover a colorful floral rendition painted on cardboard
with instructions to bring it to life.
