We are in the worst of winter here in Ohio. Temperatures have been below 0 and today we received a large amount of snow. Even with these less than ideal circumstances, this morning I still heard birds chirping and felt the presence of the sun. My first reaction was to think of these beautiful aspects of creation as deceiving since we associate them with spring and summer. However, there is nothing deceiving about a radiant sunrise in the dead-cold of winter. It's quite the contrary-it is a deep reality. A visual display of grace. We are fallen, yet have hope. With wordless words, the sun tells us that spring is coming. With speechless speech, creation explains that mercies are new every morning.
Speech of Morning, a meditation on Psalm 19: