Because sometimes you have to lie in a field of wild flowers. You have to witness the glow of a rainbow before the storm. You have to watch the formation of birds. You have to sing loud enough. You have pray long enough … all to feel the praise to a faithful God. The praise that must resound and beat against the walls that try to close in.
To walk amidst raging seas is nothing when you’re with the Creator who walks on water. For a victory awaits in whatever may come.
So I lie among the wild flowers. I search the skies for a rainbow, and if none are found – I draw myself one. I learn from the birds of the air. I sing until these vocal cords scream back. I pray until words no longer form.
And I grab hold of the feet that walk on and in such calamity.
Praise.
