I like green

I have sliced my finger tip (pointer finger, left hand) so I won't be real wordy for a while...at least until the stitches come out in 8 days. (It is really hard to type without your r, t, f, g, v, b finger.) While trying to 'fix' the dishwasher, I found something wedged in the spinner, drainish thingie and it turned out to be a piece of broken glass. Waaaa, owwwwie! Amazing, you don't realize how many nerves are in the tip of a finger til you try to slice a chunk out of it.

So here is one of my all time favorite songs, by one of my all time favorite songwriters, Rich Mullins. Spring comes late here in the mountains...we live at nearly 7,000 feet in elevation, so it is a song about Springtime. As it mirrors our spiritual seasons, nature has many lessons and illustrations for our lives. I have just finished decking my gardens with annual flowers and have been enjoying the greening up of the yards and scenery around here. It is a gift God gives us each year...the earth coming back to life, dressed in it's lovely colors. We always know it's coming, but are always in awe of the colors of Spring once again after the long winter. =)


The Color Green

And the moon is a sliver of silver
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop
Every house must have it's builder
And I awoke in the house of God
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
Stretched from the sun
Across the sky north to south
And on my way to early meeting
I heard the rocks crying out
I heard the rocks crying out

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise

And the wrens have returned and they're nesting 
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again
And the streams are all swollen with winter
Winter unfrozen and free to run away now
And I'm amazed when I remember
Who it was that built this house
And with the rocks I cry out

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise