How Great Thou Art

For the first time in many days, I sat on my deck in the afternoon sun, lifted my head to the sky and released my worries to the wind. A wispy white cloud drifted past. An airplane ascended higher and higher. In the distance, a rooster crowed. I smelled leaves burning somewhere. The low, steady hum of faraway traffic was soothing in some strange way. It’s called mindful living, and I was escaping for a brief spell. A large patch of billowy clouds sailed into my scope of sky gazing, and I marveled at their beauty, floating effortlessly beneath a blue sky, above tall green pines, going wherever it is that all clouds go.

The old hymn “How Great Thou Art,” came to mind, and never had it seemed more relevant. When I am weak, God is great and mighty. When I am frail, God is great and strong. Indeed, in all kinds of situations, when days are long and nights are longer, “Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee: how great thou art.” Suddenly, tears appeared and slowly trickled down the sides of my face. I closed my eyes and found strength to carry on.

“And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness,” 2 Corinthians 12:9.