Speaking Psalms, Hymns and Songs… Post 2
As the winding road approached the train trestle at the village edge, the grey drear of the day had improved, casting bright bits of blue sunshine through gauzy white clouds.
I turned then into the small side street of the quaint town and stepped out into the lovely respite of hush that seems always to hover there.
Yet, that peace is made up of murmuring voices too. The burbling of the river passing neath the disused wooden bridge, only steps beyond. The chirp of birds flitting branch to branch overhead or running across lawns. The gentle soughing of the breeze creaking through the rafters of the bridge and playing in treetops, lifting my hair from my shoulders. And from a distance just round the corner, light laughter lilting over the rooftops from luncheoning cafe dwellers, settling over architecture of a century old here. It is all blessedly unchanged, welcoming as a comforter.
As always, I’m enchanted by this diminutive white cottage beside the old stone church. * Sized like a playhouse with a Victorian embellished portico, it makes me wonder – was this home long ago the vicarage to the church, just big enough for that minister?
It is not in the best repair. The hedges are in sore need of trimming. The yard is a mish- mosh and tangle of scraps. Tiny fourth of July decorations, festive, if a bit out of place there in August; simple but attractive iron scrollwork chairs lining the walkway, hodgepodge. Yet, there is a feeling of someone loving this little place…doing the best they can to pretty it up.
And standing there, camera in hand, a story forms in me from these tiny puzzle pieces in the photo I snap. I could envision a round cloth-covered table and chairs behind the hedge, instead of the chairs up front… set as though awaiting a guest for tea in the garden. Cherry blossom trees framing the white of the home on either side. I tinkered with changing the home color – maybe a pretty cottage butter-yellow. Or perhaps just a brightly painted door instead. But as I drew this one out, I couldn’t change the soft white color somehow. It seemed…right.
Instead, I shaded beneath the roof line and around the portico with touches of heathery grey, as if the blossom trees cast their pink glow ever so soft upon the home, lit upon the round window in the door, danced on the path from the steps. I added a hint of tumbled stone to that pathway, placed a few curtains in the windows, shored up the English country hedge, penned in a picket, set a couple of bluebirds winging about. Bringing it into a fresh glory, the way a simple white flower stands out in a vase of pastel blooms.
I hope the owners are home when I stop by to gift them with a card sized print…and that it makes them smile.
Storybook cottage… like a Kincaid dream, a D.E. Stevenson home for her Miss Buncle…or a tiny cottage where Miss Beatrix Potter may have created her charming work. It reminds me of all these. And…mm… maybe a bit of idyllic Disney too with singing bluebirds. 🙂
But more than that…today... a whispery thought comes.
“This is calling things that are not as though they were,” He seems to reveal.
The way He enjoins us in Deuteronomy 28 to choose and call forth blessing on all the work of our hands – before we see it.
To sow and reap harvest – because He set that law in motion.
To speak His Word so He can create fruit from the words in our mouths. Bringing forth beauty out of ashes.
Because He is our Creative Father who speaks Life into being and has made us to do the same with His Spoken Word.
And then, I see it!
How in this entire scenario, the enjoying a walk along a quiet old street, the spying of a sweet English style cottage and imagining it’s story – it’s not unlike God creating fruit from our words of His Promises, especially as we declare with Him beauty and hope over something that seems drear and semi abandoned in other ways. It’s not unlike His wanting to paint so much beauty and detail into our “stories,” lifting us out of the shabby and broken, and asking us to join Him in that by aligning our words with His…
Like Abraham calling himself “The Father of Nations” because God had promised him the fruit of that vision, when in all that looked to be “reality” it was purely impossible!
Like seeing yourself walking in God’s Word Promises when everything around you is screaming “no way that could happen!”
Like believing God could hold the heart of the King in His hands (when it seems they are far from following His Leading… When you are considering giving up the vote) and move mountains at our say so…just because He said we could! (And how He will move in our upcoming election in this way if we align with those standing for Truth closest to His Word, and believe for Him to…)
And so… He dropped this week’s Word into my spirit. A Word to speak out loud throughout our days, meditate upon, seek His Heart over for specifics in our own prayers…
Let’s share how His Words in our mouth changes our days!
Verse to Speak Aloud, Several Times a Day, Throughout This Week
As it is written: “I have made you a father of many nations.” He is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed—the God who gives life to the dead and calls into being things that were not.
~ Romans 4:17
- In Your Name O Lord, I will call things as already done as God promises — speaking life to things that appear not yet to be, like Abraham did.
- What does it mean to spiritually call things as already so, things that to our physical eyes are not?
- What if today you call yourself and those you lift up, healed and whole in Jesus’ stripes!
- What if you declare with God that His favor surrounds you, so that you take His Glory with you wherever you go?
- In what ways do you see things changing to fruit in your prayers and life as you speak out His Word this week?
© Pam Depoyan
* See my Christmas snow drawing of this 1870 stone church here: Churches
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