Observation: It's common for the psalms to poetically describe elements of nature praising the Lord using their distinctive voice. In this Psalm, the floods, with their roaring sound, give praise to God.
Application: It's been raining for about 18 hours here in Northern Michigan. It's a blessed sound, to hear the raindrops on our roof as I'm drifting to sleep, and to turn over in the middle of the night and hear its constant whisper. I love to look out at dawn and see the intense green of the spring trees, beginning their season in earnest, nourished by God's providing. In its way, each sight and sound offers praise to God, the creator.
My son, ever since he was very little, has been mesmerized by rain. He used to sit, miraculously calm and reflective, on the back porch of our Baltimore town house, and watch and listen as the rain fell. We watched silently for about five minutes this morning. It's strange: our guy, who can't help but gallop, bounce off the walls (literally), have a movie start and within five minutes want to turn on YouTube as well, is stopped in his tracks when the rain comes. It really is quite the praise song to hear.
Prayer: God, may all nature and all creation praise you. May what we say and do this day be in harmony with that praise. And may we stop to listen. Deliver anyone today for whom floods or other adverse weather are a source of destruction or loss. Help us to live as good neighbors to the floods, the mountains, the trees, the animals, and all that you have crafted with your hand. Nourish it, and us, in Jesus' name. Amen.
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