Wedding Symphony

The trees dance with the twirling wind, laughing as the breeze grazes branches gently
Streams hum a soft melody, lulling to sleep the world nearby
And the mountains bellow, beckon, standing tall and proud, almost able to touch the sky

We seem so distant from their simple melodies,
The way the breeze and leaves and flowers all make harmonies with each other

It's just another language muttered, an alien one we can't understand

What we don't see is this intertwining concoction puts together a symphony designed by the one Composing Divine
It's not just a sound, it's a song. Nature, crying out for the revelation of the sons of the Perfect Father;
A song of Creation, the Creator designing a composition of diverse and perfectly unified lyrics that all say
In a thousand, million different ideas and ways,

"I love you."

It's simple really. 

This earth, so perfectly, flawlessly balanced. Every piece playing its part exactly as directed.

Part of it is groaning in pains, hoping for the better tomorrow, when perfection will replace the bitter sorrow

But the song is still there; that beautiful symphony, written just for us.

As the mountains loom far above, I question and wonder, if I was standing at its roots and it came alive, claimed it was a god,

How terrified would I be? To feel so small in its deep shadow...

Yet what must I think of the One to whom that mountain is a mere speck of dust? The one who created that mountain is so big, to Him it is a simple pebble. How much more fear and reverence ought we have for this Great One, too vast to comprehend?

Surely if there was ever something worth being afraid of, He would be it.

But I think of the smallest flower... Tiny, intricate beauty, that does not command attention, doesn't stand out to the world. So detailed, in such a way that no one could possibly replicate it to the exact beauty.

You might be the only one who ever notices that flower, whose life is just a breath. That, too, was designed by that Great God. The Intimate God.

And He calls us, invites us to learn our part in this complex dance, to dance with Him, this Spirit that spirals all around us, through us,

beckoning, 

taking our hand.

So we join in the song of creation's cry, singing a romance, one that yearns with every note for the Return of the Beloved King.

The Spirit prepares the Bride for the wedding dance, practicing, tripping, but slowly getting better.
As we listen to the symphony God is writing in and throughout His creation,
we learn our part, making melodies to sing in love to our Beloved.

One day, it will all hit a crescendo.

On that day the Gospel will be preached around the earth simultaneously. That is when we step in sync with the groaning melody of nature, with the Spirit within that cries out,

"Come for your Beloved one!"

As we speak the truth of the joy of our Salvation, we come together as one Body, one Bride,
dancing the wedding dance and singing the tune in one Voice;

United, we will cry out, "Come!"

The climax will erupt with the tearing open of skies and our Bridegroom will come,
riding like lightning on the clouds, more beautiful than we ever could have imagined.

United at last.

Creation groans in the hope of the revelation of the Sons of God. 

It cries out, asking and inviting us to take up the dance, play our part in the song.

We can see through it both the intimacy and vastness of the Father.

The oceans stretch before us, make us recognize our smallness, humble us.

Yet in hidden places the secret beauty reveals how deep His love goes. Intricately designed moments of love for your eyes only.

He is inviting us to dance with Him, to learn our unique part in this song and join in the Symphony that so diversely and complexly knits the body together as One.

This invitation is unceasing, unwavering, never losing passion.

The question is, Will you join in?