Symphony of Praise (Day 3 from, Beside Still Waters)



             I then moved to a corner in the front yard where I had planted a few sunflowers, it was the only place I could find with the amount of sun they needed that was protected from the high winds we often get. There is a phenomenon in the world of flowers that only happens with the immature sunflower and its ability to track the movement of the sun. Within the stem is an internal clock that runs on a 24-hour cycle as the plant matures. The growth rate is higher during the day and lower at night allowing the stem to move very slowly during the night  so the flower is facing east at sunrise, and faces the west as the sunsets, the cycle repeats until the plant matures, at that time the flower will remain facing east. This process can be summed up in one-word pollination, studies showed that the flowers heat up faster when facing east and attracted five times as many pollinators. 

               You are probably asking yourself what does all this have to do with praise, however, when you look at it through a heart of praise it's a miracle. The young sunflower is drawn to follow the light of the sun, and as the" Son" of God, Jesus, stated in John 9:5, "As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world." We, as Christians, are told by the Son to, "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." (Matthew 5:16 NKJV)  On the day that Jesus made His trimphal entry He traveled west from the Mount of Olives, entering Jerusalem from the east through the East Gate onto the Temple Mount.  Are you beginning to see the connection?

                As I stood there looking up into the face of this amazing flower I could see its face and leaves lifted high to the "Son" in worship giving praise to its Creator. I was in awe as it reminded me of Jesus' transformation. raising my hands in worship I whispered ". . . His face shown like the sun, and His clothes became as white as the light."     

                Even now a feeling of worship fills my thoughts as I recall the music of praise that filled my heart that day, and so many others since we moved to lake where He lead me beside still waters and restored my soul. 



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