He runs his hands run across the icicles, and sounds like a xylophone ring out across the frozen landscape.
The ice chips on the trampoline join in as maracas with each bounce.
The conductor sun arises, awakening the drip, drip, drip — like plucks on violin strings — which are punctuated with the cymbal crash of falling limbs.
I dare not speak. Intent to listen. To listen well. To dwell in this ice symphony. And to add my Amen to the praise.
All the earth worships you and sings praises to you; they sing praises to your name. (Psalm 66:4)
Linking this reflection of Small Wonder with my friend and fellow blogger, Kelly Chripczuk, who has recently launched a Community of blogging Beauty Hunters at her site. So grateful for the reminder that our Big God shows himself in the most amazing small ways. And also linking with #threewordwednesday at Kristin’s place.