Those beavers are hard at it again this year as evidenced by strategically placed branches across the only breach in their barricade. We didn't see them this day as our children's constant chatter warned them as a blaring siren to stay hidden, but as my husband and children returned, I lingered and kept thinking that I saw the water move from a beaver that was anxious to get back to the work ahead.
The effects of the dam are amazing. Water is rising up tree trunks and may soon die from being submerged. Many people become quite disgusted with this creature for the damage they cause and every once in awhile a minor explosion can be heard as the beaver's masterpiece is destroyed.
Even though I can understand why it must be done, destroying a beaver dam is sad to me. The beavers are simply doing what they were created to do...and in so doing, are worshipping God.
Ps 66:4How can the earth worship other than doing what it was created to do? It lives, breathes, nurtures, and grows. When you see a small tree desperately trying to grow in the midst of a rock, it demonstrates the persistence at which God's creation strains to live, to worship.
All the earth shall worship thee, and shall sing unto thee; they shall sing to thy name. Selah. KJV
In a similar way, we too worship God when we do what we were created to do. At this point in time, one of the things I was created to do is serve my family. Each meal that is made, each dress that is sewn, each diaper that is changed, each floor that is scrubbed, and each book that is read, if done with the right attitude, is an act of worship to my Creator.
Using this definition, Christ lived a life of complete worship. He did what He was sent to earth to do each and every moment. On this day, "Good Friday", we especially remember the the willing obedience, the ultimate sacrifice and act of love...the pinnacle act of worship to the Father.
As my husband sat on the couch this morning with a child on each side, he read from Arthur S. Maxwell's children's Bible the events that happened on the day of Christ's crucifixion. With tears, he explained that though the criminals hanging on either side of Christ were reaping the consequences for their sin, Jesus had done nothing wrong. What love for us! It was a precious moment.
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood:
Sealed my pardon with His blood;
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
verse 2 of: "Hallelujah! What a Saviour!" written by Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876
6 comments:
If only all children could have parents such as you. It seems that there are so few parents who put much work into the raising of their children these days. To read your wonderful writing and to see the amount of thought and effort you put into the way you relate to your brood is both refreshing and very much heartening. May God bless you and yours this Easter and always.
You surely are kind. There is much within my husband and I that needs His strength and power, His mercy and forgiveness. Though we fail often in this thing called parenting, I am eternally thankful for the deep desire within us to do more and be more. Without that desire, growth in Him could not happen.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read my scratchings. May God bless you as well!
gsc1039 said it so well. My feelings exactly about you and your family. Happy Easter. MD
Me too me too!It is so lovely to picture you and your husband (well, metaphorically anyway) sitting and teaching your children about the gospel of saving grace. May you be a witness to many and know the joy of seeing your children coming tofaith in our wonderful Saviour.
Blessings on you all this Easter season. The LORD is Risen!! I enjoyed your post. God bless, Lorene
Susanna and Lorene, I know that I'm late on these greetings to you, but I hope that you also have very blessed Easter celebrations!
MD, see you in a few days!
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