"Your mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens; Your faithfulness reaches the clouds."
I continued to stand and stare at the evening sky drinking in the colors, learning a lesson from the trees. Even though they are barren they lift their branches upward in a posture of praise, knowing in due season they will bloom again. I turned homeward with a lighter heart and the praise of promise a stepping stone to hope, the words of Isaiah 55:11-13 adding a spring to my step...
11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
12 You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
13 Instead of the thornbush will grow the pine tree,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the LORD's renown,
for an everlasting sign,
which will not be destroyed."
Wishing you the peace of His presence in your deepest time of need,