"From the Saddle"

From the saddle there’s a picture,

That some folks never see,

Of nature at its finest,

As peaceful as can be.

On the wing the hawk is soaring,

River surging cross the lands,

Deer playing in the meadows,

Longhorn bull, look there he stands.

And I think as shadows gather,

And the night birds start to call,

How God speaks through the beauty,

And the wonder of it all.

We turn back toward the homestead,

Old pony knows the way,

The fireflies start their dances,

And I’m glad to be okay,

With the Good Lord and His presence,

Speaking softly on the wind,

And every time I feel it,

I hear His voice again,

Sending His I love you,

With all created things,

All glory be to Jesus,

For the blessing that He brings.

“Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow.” (James 1:17, NAS)

The gifts remind us of the Giver. He authors the beautiful, then generously shares it with us. We are enamored by what we see which points us to the unseen, the art pointing to the Artist. What a pleasure it must have been in the beginning when God created color, and knew how pleasing it would be to our eyes and souls. He knew we would be thrilled by it, and by the drawing of His presence using it. When we follow the light of creation it leads us to the light of Christ our Savior. Follow the beauty. Follow the light. Follow Him.

Lord, teach us to be thankful, in Jesus’ name.

Art by Mark Maggiori, used by permission. Thanks, Mark, and God bless you.