Although a light snow dusts the hills this morning, the day is warmish and sparkling fresh.
I wandered down to the river once more and strode the uneven grey stones of the braided bed, where the honeyed floral scent fills the air from the yellow-flowering gorse flourishing amongst the rocks.

Oh how I wish I could record fragrance and post it here for your inhaling pleasure, for it is sweet, invisibly captured upon the softest of sunlight’s beams. It should be a perfumer’s delight but who wants to see gorse as a top, mid or base note? But it could be. The king of oils, jasmine, or the queen, rose, earn their respective titles but for me, gorse outweighs ylang-ylang any day.

I’ve got to be honest though, never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d wax lyrical about gorse – the ugly thorny, thistlelike weed that grows undeterred anywhere.

It’s funny how life takes you on little detours like that, isn’t it?

But I love how the Bible says ALL of creation sings out their praise to the Creator. Everything. From the trickle of water bubbling over the grey stones to the softest honey scent of the prickliest of plants. All of it sings its praise and has its purpose. It has its place. All of creation has a reason for being.

For praise has a sound and worship an aroma.

As I walk and wander, I am reminded of this.
Nothing is a mistake.
Nothing is of little value.

Here’s the thing. It’s not just the happy ‘bubbling, carefree water over brooks’ that matter to Him, but also the prickles. The thorns. The hard places. What makes us weep. Jesus wants us to bring everything to him.

For that too is our worship.

pddawn xx

because of mercy, Christian writer, pddawn, Purpose