By Marilyn Travis
I often speak of my memories of my Mom. She was the church
pianist, organist, and choir director in Greeley and in Leadville during my
childhood. When Mom could get us to stand still for a bit of time, she taught
us to sing childhood songs of praise as well as the words to the old hymns she
loved.
Dad, being the responsible spiritual leader of our family,
was absolutely in favor of us learning hymns of praise. He was also a fun Dad,
so he taught us a rousing version of “Beer Barrel Polka” too. This, however,
has little to do with this devotional.
Little did I know, standing beside my mother at the piano,
how I would learn to love and rely on those old hymns in my life. The lyrics
often are taken right out of scripture and being able to sing the hymns from
memory is a blessing.
Mitch and I spent the week camping in the Collegiate Peaks
west of Buena Vista. The majesty of the mountains always moves me. This week we
had quite a lot of rain, which enhanced the colors and made it even more
beautiful, assaulting our senses with deep color, the fresh smell of wet earth
and pine, and the sparkle from each blade of grass when the sun came out after
a storm. I found myself singing the first verse of How Great Thou Art.
O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
The beauty of God’s creation is all around us, not just in
the mountains. It is in the wildflowers in my front yard, the expression in my
little dog’s eyes, the hummingbirds at the feeder – God reminds us of his
presence every moment of every day. We just need to be aware.
This is a lovely rendition of How Great Thou Art. I
pray it will be a blessing to you today.
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