WHISPERS OF GRACE by Pamela McCormick
I see dead limbs outside my window; I see tiny hints of green climbing the tree, as if they are saying, “I’m coming, bare branches. I’m coming to bring you new life.” I see daffodils springing up Where there was once a covering of deep and cold earth, A fragrant beauty for the eyes and the nose adding color and vibrance to a once barren lawn Green and yellow, colors of spring, reappearing and making life known Dead things are being renewed and are being brought back to life again. They were not forgotten. I see bushy-haired squirrels and beautifully colored birds foraging for food I see little mouths filled with acorns, storing away meals for today. I see worms and bugs, being drawn from the ground, Bringing provision and much satisfaction to many hungry birds. They are all provided for They were not forgotten. I see and hear the rain soaking the earth The ground is drinking up the moisture where there had been much dryness. I see cows lying down in green pastures Signaling the coming of even more rain I see children dancing in the rain and twirling round and round, As if to say, “Stay rain. You feel good.” The children are laughing, and all is good. And I see children making mud pies; How much fun they are to create And the good memories of life once forgotten, regenerated again They were not forgotten. I see hurt and pain leaving my body And recognizing a refreshment coming to me and knowing That the miracle that is happening inside me is A precious gift from my Savior For God heard my cries to Him for help in my distress And He answered me. With the closeness of His Presence, God said to me, “I am doing a new thing.” God said, “You were not forgotten.” No more am I defined by what has been said or done to me Instead, I am dressed by God in robes of righteousness and splendor Just as the tree, the squirrels, the birds, the children were provided for, God is providing something to me. A new way of thinking, a new way of seeing me. Through eyes that once saw so much darkness, my eyes now see hope rising in me. I see a brilliant sunrise, like I’ve never seen before I see beauty and not the ashes of yesterday I see love, and I’m overwhelmed by God’s goodness, and I smile I see my sadness and tears changing to tears of sweet joy. Whispers of His grace. I was not forgotten.
FAITH ON EVERY CORNER
