“Just as each day brims with your beauty, my mouth brims with praise.” (Psalm 71:8, The Message)
As I write this, I'm looking out my front window at the golden glow of a warm, May sunrise. I can hear a bluejay in the back yard calling out (probably trying to claim possession of all the peanuts). Most of the migrational birds are back so the mornings are full of the call of bird's singing cheerily. Does each day brim with beauty? Absolutely, even though I often miss it because my mind is on other things (unfortunately).
A day that brims with beauty ought to lead my mouth to brim with praise. God, who spoke and all of the beauty came into existence, is the one who takes the canvas of each day and draws on it new beauty for that day. Sometimes he paints in gold; sometimes he paints in low clouds and shades of gray; sometimes he paints in rolling thunder and flashing lightning. In its own way, it's all beautiful, and all of it—ALL of it!—is crying out, "created by God."
Oh Lord God, may my mouth brim every day with your praise.
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