The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.



We will always find what we are looking at…

If we are looking at things to worry about,

or thundering Goliaths to cower under,

or a world going to hell in a hand basket… they will fill our view.

But the Truth is:

the whole earth is filled with his wonders.

The Truth is:

these wonders deserve our awe.

 The Truth is:

from the first peak of sunshine to its last, God calls for Joy to be sung.



The goodness of Life is smack in front of my nose. It is my choice whether I see it or not, whether I pay attention to it or bury it under all the “disses” of the enemy






It takes work to see each day as brand new.

It takes guts to see beyond the subtle despair and focus on the beauty and abundance of every day life.

It takes eyes to see and ears to hear… that


God is good.

He is loving, all knowing and kind.

He is not rattled by my foolishness, nor “put off” by my questions.

He is merciful and faithful

and keeps his word in each turning of this planet.


Everyday he whispers.

Everyday he waits.

And every. single. day… he creates joy

orchestrating its song to be sung…


Will I listen?

Will I sing?



Lord, today, I will remind myself that You are good. All the time.

Today, Jesus, I will awaken the dawn.  I will leave behind my grave clothes, and let you drape your robe and your rightness on me…

I will listen

and I will sing your song of Joy.




It’s time for joy!






The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.




Goodwill to all men.

This whole earth was always meant to be filled with wonder.

Love spoke

and it was.

From the moment the sun peaks his head above the horizon

to its setting,

Wrapping His world in a shield of Light and a blanket of stars, His voice calls out:

“Let there be joy.”



I walked the neighborhood this evening, and passed a driveway lined with bright and colorful wind catchers: daisies – like a child would draw – spinning in the breeze. Simple, a little gaudy, but I couldn’t help but smile. They made me happy. They “called forth” and twirled their way into simple joy.


The sunrise does that – if we’re listening.

Brand new possibilities wrapped in Hope. A chance to start again: forgiving, loving, making better not bitter, seeing hope beyond the passing night. A small still voice wrapped in the twirling of this crazy, sometimes gaudy, world calls out each morning:


Lazurus come forth…

It’s time for joy!



Jesus, your faithfulness, your goodness, kindness, mercy, grace – your love – is so much higher than I could ever reach, and so much closer than I could ever deny. Today, I will awaken the dawn with thankfulness for everything you are.


Watering Today

Psalm 65:8

Calling out for Joy



Psalms 65

Praise awaits you, our God, in Zion;
to you our vows will be fulfilled.
You who answer prayer,
to you all people will come.
When we were overwhelmed by sins,
    you forgave our transgressions.

Blessed are those you choose and bring near to live in your courts!
We are filled with the good things of your house,
of your holy temple.

You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds,
 God our Savior, the hope of all the ends of the earth
and of the farthest seas,
who formed the mountains by your power,
having armed yourself with strength,
who stilled the roaring of the seas,
the roaring of their waves,
and the turmoil of the nations.

The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.


Wondering and Watching:

As I read this psalm this morning, I was stopped cold by the word “overwhelmed.” It sprang out at me like the Boogey man from behind a darkened bedroom door.

How often, lately, has my heart spoken that word as I muddle through my ever growing list of mandated To Do’s, clawing in desperation for one more Living Breath.

How often have I wrestled this Ogre of the Overwhelmed that wants to take me down into his murky waters, and suffocate me in his trenches.

… How often have I let myself feel the slime of defeat.

And yet here the psalmist writes:

When we were overwhelmed in sins, you forgave us our transgressions.

Overwhelmed in sin – sin masked as responsibility and duty and all those Hear-Me-Roar Have-to’s.

 – sin dressed deceitfully in the clothes of the worry and doubt.

–  sin disguised in the fear that Life’s hardships are mine to carry … somehow too big (or worse, too small) for Him

… for Him! God! The Almighty One who saves! The God who saves me from me. Who rescues me from the muck of what doesn’t matter. Who forgives me for my anxious worry and chooses me, chooses you, chooses anyone who will respond to his plea to simply draw near.

But that’s not even the best part, because in all the amazingness of forgiveness, He stills the roaring seas of what was once overwhelming


and calls forth songs of joy!


Our God, our Savior, our Father, our Friend calls out to Joy and says,

“Come, now, sing your songs for us.”



Jesus, You answer. You save. You are Hope who forms with power and stills the seas of turmoil.

You care. You enrich to provide. You drench to soften. You crown to overflow.

The whole earth is touched by Your great love and groans for Your return; Even Nature shouts and sings of Your goodness.

Lord, Right here. Right now. You have turned my Overwhelmed to Overflowing… and I stand humbled again by the great hug of love too good to be true. But it is, and You are. And I. will. shout … for Joy.

More Daily Word to Water


Rippling Strength



“This day is holy to the Lord your God. Do not mourn or weep.” For all the people had been weeping as they listened to the words of the Law.

Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.”

The Levites calmed all the people, saying, “Be still, for this is a holy day. Do not grieve.

Then all the people went away to eat and drink, to send portions of food and to celebrate with great joy, because they now understood the words that had been made known to them.” (Nehemiah 9:12)


The wall of Jerusalem had just been rebuilt. The people were returning. God’s word was being read and being explained – and the people’s hearts were breaking. Breaking over lost years. Breaking over lost opportunities. Breaking over the sin that had kept them separated from God for so long.

And God said, “Don’t mourn. This day is holy to me. Don’t grieve. Go, enjoy. It is your JOY in me that is your strength.”

God told the Israelites to not grieve three times. Apparently God was making a point here:

It is not our sorrow that pleases Him. It’s our coming home.

His children had returned. That was all he needed. They had responded to his call. They had worked together to repair and rebuild. They had turned their hearts back to him. It wasn’t a day of mourning – it was a day of celebration… a holy day to party!

A holy day to remember God’s goodness – not the lost years. To revel in the mighty acts of NOW –  not the worthless acts of yesterday. To build muscles of praise able to break all chains of heaviness and make the exchange for strong, rippling Joy.


Sometimes, the tricky part is to persevere past the grief. Because there IS grief seeing our sin for the ugliness it is. There IS mourning finding ourselves at the foot of the cross. Again. There is the stopping of our heartbeat seeing His lanced side and His thorn-ladened crown.

“But if we confess our sin, He is faithful to cleanse us from all unrighteousness…”

Mourning sees its grief, and it may last for a night… But Jesus says, “Come. All you who are heavy-ladened. I will give you rest. Do not mourn. This day is holy to God. Exchange your mourning for my joy. It is Joy that comes in the morning. It is my joy that is your strength.”

Joy is the power of the empty tomb.

Joy is my stinking sin transported on his lashed-cut back, transformed to the strength and brilliance of His rock-moving sunrise.

My joy is found in Him.


Lord, everything you are, is everything I am not. And I am so humbled and grateful to be able to exchange all of me, for all of you. Oh sweet Jesus, help me rebuild my walls – by your hand, and by your spirit and by your strength I will praise you and grieve no more. I will be strong in the joy of your hand in my life.

Watering Today: Prov 15; ps 15; Nehemiah 1- 9;