Yesterday my husband suggested we go on a picnic. It was a perfect day. Sunny, a light breeze, warm. I couldn't refuse, especially since he offered to pack the lunch, too.
We drove to Big Creek Park where the fishermen were in fast pursuit of the catch. We counted more than 12 fishing boats on the lake. The sound of quiet motors moaned in the background, but could not overcome the chirping birds all around us. I couldn't count all the varieties of birds. They were so busy flying from the tops of the trees to the ground. Singing, conversing, telling a story I didn't understand, except for their happiness. That I understood.
We watched the red-winged blackbirds and a pair of geese in the distance. They seemed to be disturbed by the fisherman who was following the edge of the lake. We chose a picnic table in taller grass. There were no bugs to bother us and the breeze was still a bit cool as it threatened to blow the paper plates away.
John unpacked the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apples, carrots, chips and bottled water that we used as paper weights. Nothing tasted as good as this simple lunch under the open air.
All of creation is alive and happy. God's handiwork screams, "beautiful!"
"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, not anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord," (Romans 8:38-39 NIV).
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