The two younger children are still sick, but Little Hen is perfectly healthy, so we dropped her off at homeschool co-op this morning.Â On the way home, the rain was pounding and the wind was whipping the trees about.
We came home and curled up on the sofa – me with a mug of coffee and Firecracker with a tangerine and some hot cocoa, and we watched the rain pound, and the wind blow the leaves off the neighbor’s walnut tree.
As we snuggled together looking out the window, I was reminded of something John Muir said –
“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship.”
Firecracker said, “It’s pretty cool to think that the trees worship God when the wind blows.”Â I can’t see a stormy day and not think how the trees can offer up worship in the midst of being battered by the wind – I am reminded that in all things we are to glorify God.Â No matter what storms toss us about, we can still praise the Creator, who is the Father of Lights, who delights in us and will light our way through the darkest, most turbulent times.