I love the sound of God’s voice. I hear Him in the most unexpected places. I stay grateful, because Grace lives at the end of my rope.
Today wasn’t a good day. I was feeling pressed down on every side; discouraged, devoid of Hope, ready to pack it in and join the circus (that’s usually the image that comes to mind when I’m ready to give up. I don’t think I’d ever really run away and join the circus; I doubt they’d have me, but it’s a nice fantasy when I need one. I digress.) Instead, My Beloved and I watched Nature on PBS.
The only vertebrae breeding during Antarctic winters where temperatures drop to below -50 °C, emperor penguins trek 50–120 km (31–75 mi) over ice to breeding colonies which may include thousands. Temperatures falling below below -50 °C are beyond my imagining,or my tolerance, but instinctively, emperors huddle for warmth, rotating positions within and outside the center of the huddle ensuring that everyone stays warm, and alive.
As I mentioned, today wasn’t a good day. However, the emperors put me in mind of Matthew 6:26 (GNT), wherein the Word says,
Look at the birds: they do not plant seeds, gather a harvest and put it in barns; yet your Father in heaven takes care of them! Aren't you worth much more than birds?
I cannot say that everything felt right after watching the emperor penguins, but I was thankful. Yes, Lord, despite where I am, I hear You. I appreciate the order and the elegance of Your Creation, and that You care for us. For me. While my dog Sando usually preaches the sermons, this icy lesson came courtesy of the Emperor Penguins.
Thank You, Lord, for the sound of Your Voice. Thank You for Blessed Assurances, particularly those sent unexpected, from within the Gathering Swarms on PBS. The Emperor Penguins are loved by God and so are we.