One blessing of this present madness is all the time I have spent out in nature. I’ve watched Spring unfold in the minutest detail. Snowdrops became Daffodils became Azaleas, became Wisteria, became Honeysuckle. The nest carefully built in my carport, filled first with moss, then eggs, z lolr red e now downy little creatures with beaks open to the sky. Their parents SS C zerx.r. Zzz sd:.:.2their business unconcerned about human beings andd D as sex erd;5:..:ie all their shenanigans. Comfortingd really. I’ve watched it all from my patio, unfolding zzzd.,4….44zd;;;.7. like a slow motion movie of the creation of the world.

And so every Saturday and Sunday I sit out there and “go” to my church online, in what has become my quarantine uniform, desperately saggy yoga pants and one of 3 tee shirts although I have dozens. I trail coffee, phone and earbuds, so thankful for technology. I am all in with hands raised and sing at the topic my voice, blessing everyone in the cul-de-sac with my Worship stylings. (You’re welcome.)

Today as we sang I opened my eyes, and saw all SS me a green Cathedral. All of nature cooperating as thoughszzdssszzzssszz ask. it knew the playlist. The words of the songs being proclaimed in front of me as .we sang, like we were ./:/: a Divine zeph zz zero mere as E’s Score.

“Holy, all creation cries Holy…”

I saw the trees, swaying, their arms ever lifted in worship, their leaves shimmering with His praise in the breeze.

I saw the birds calling to each other and one lone hawk doing lazy circles above me. A Cardinal flew by me with a flash of red, all like Cherubim in the Throne Room, their whole being crying out,

“Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty…”

The last prayers for our world were said, the last notes of our last song were sung, and at that moment the sun came out from behind the clouds and shone down, turning everything to gold.

“The Lord bless you and keep you, make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you. The Lord turn His face toward and give you peace.”

Selah.