Some bunny's hiding . . .
I'm an inside person. I'd rather be inside to read . . . to write . . . to listen to music . . . to do just about anything. But over the years I've learned to enjoy the outside.
A devotion by Charles Spurgeon recently reminded me of the joy of outside. The scripture verse he was teaching on is Genesis 24:63: "[Isaac] went out to the field one evening to meditate."
"He chose the time when sunset is drawing its veil over the day, the perfect time for calming the soul and allowing earthborn cares to yield the soul and allowing earthborn cares to yield to the joys of heavenly communion. The glory of the setting sun and the solemnity of approaching night awaken our sense of wonder and awe."
Sitting outside at sunrise and sunset are indeed enjoyable experiences. I'm learning to do it more often.
Continuing, Spurgeon said: "We would all know more, live closer to God, and mature in grace more if we spent more time alone in meditation. Thus, when Jesus is the focus of our meditation, it is indeed satisfying and useful.
"In the outdoors we see numerous things upon which to meditate, from tall cedars to small hyssop plants, from soaring eagles above to chirping grasshoppers below, and from the blue expanse of heaven to a drop of dew."
We all have our own tendencies. I will probably always be an inside person. But I'm not too old that I can't learn (as recently found out in the church office) a new thing. So I'll look a little more closely at the benefit of being outside. And now, I have my garden to draw me outside, which opened up a new world for me.
Jerry found this baby rabbit and called me out with my camera. It was alone. It was just a little thing. One thing for sure . . . I wouldn't have snapped it inside!
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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