by Jodie Gerling
WATCHING HIS WORD
I've been watching the birds and wildflowers,
who neither toil nor spin,
but simply are.
There is no majestic mountain to ponder
or vibrant meadow to consider
within my view,
so I watch the birds and wildflowers.
I've been watching the morning dew
balancing upon the fields of grass;
each droplet sits still with the sunrise.
There's no ocean that He's told
where its tide should go
within my view,
so I watch the waves of dew.
I've been watching the crow and
the hibiscus grow.
There are no great beasts
of air or sea
in my corner of the lines
He's pleasantly drawn for me,
so I watch the crow and the hibiscus grow.
I've been watching the wind
rip through the mighty oak
while rain pours down its sturdy trunk.
It is rooted and established
and cannot be moved.
So I watch the wind, and I am rooted.
I've been watching the mourning dove mourn
and listening to its lament
and am reminded that both of our cries
will not be void
but will go out in joy.
So I watch the mourning dove mourn.
I've been chasing the sunsets,
hues dancing and praising
at the end of another ordained day.
His plan for me isn't within my view,
but His goodness and mercy chase me.
So I chase Him too.
JODIE GERLING
Jodie Gerling lives, writes, paints, dreams, forgets, homeschools, drinks copious amounts of coffee, and helps raise her family alongside her worship pastor husband in the beautiful Flint Hills of Kansas. She wishes she were Laura Ingalls on this vast open prairie, watches endless Gilmore Girls, advocates for special needs kiddos, beat breast cancer, by God’s grace, and she only hopes that her writing and art will help someone the way Jesus has helped her.
Instagram: @findingthanks and @jgwritesandpaints
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