FMF: Refrain

The sun is rising and for me it is hard to refrain from going out on my patio and witness the birth of another day. The sun radiates glory, the bird sing out their hymns of praise. I refrain from moving, in awe of the splendor of the sunrise.

Its beauty melts my heart. It brings peace to my soul like no other. Tears run down my face as I realize my smallness in the bigness. His creation, of which I am part, is so intricate, fragile. Life calls out daily from every inch of his creation with no refrain. I am humbled by his presence in every part of my day.

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Michele Bruxvoort is sure to draw you in with her delightful sense of humor and love for living life.   She enjoys reading, repurposing,  as well as remodeling the family home with her husband. Drawing from her life experience as wife, mom, and follower of Jesus, Michele brings you a very honest and real perspective on life.  When you don't find her writing, you can find her mowing lawns, stocking shelves, taking care of her grandbaby and tackling her latest life adventure. Wisconsin native and empty-nester, she now makes her home with her husband of 27 years in the South West Prairie plains of Minnesota.

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13 Comments on “FMF: Refrain”

  1. Yes. I am with you, the nature around us, especially sunrises and sunsets, remind us of God’s glory. I especially like this time of year, all the growth and increasing light seems to shout out how awesome our God is. Thank you for sharing your thoughts! Blessings to you and yours!

  2. While there are many things from which we must restrain, like you, I am most grateful we do not need to restrain from seeing Him in the beauty of creation all around us.

  3. I used to look into God’s sky,
    and feel so humble, small;
    but now that death is drawing nigh,
    I’m not that way at all.
    I am a giant on the land,
    I stand astride the lowly hills;
    Heav’ and hell, they unerstand,
    this is a heart that no-one kills;
    they stand back, now, and hesitate,
    for they see the danger
    in arousing one so oburate
    into a fiery anger.
    Bring it on, but eed my calling;
    though I die, I an not fallen.

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