Together

For the past week these words from Isaiah have been rolling around in my mind;

“For just as rain and snow fall from heaven

and do not return there without saturating the earth

and making it germinate and sprout, and providing seed to sow

and food to eat, so My word that comes from My mouth

will not return to Me empty, but it will accomplish what I please

and will prosper in what I send it to do.”

This morning I'm sitting in my tree stand. The strong wind makes this morning a poor morning for hunting. But I like getting out here to write my blog. I was able to watch the sun rise with magnificent color and then disappear again, into the fast-paced clouds that keep piling up on the horizon. I heard a turkey cluck in the bottom in front of me and so I called back with my voice. It's always rewarding to call in a turkey, even if you have no intent of taking the wild and wary critter. This one came in about twenty yards and then decided that I was a turkey but a different breed of turkey, and so he slipped back down into the bottom. 
Today I'm in a new spot. It's more of a scouting and observation session than a hunt. There are some big oaks on this finger ridge and I wanted to check and see if they are dropping acorns. The wind and rain and hail that we had yesterday should have brought them down. There aren't hardly any! Some years there will be a good crop on a ridge and the next year there will be famine. Deer like acorns and if you can find the acorns you'll find the deer. And so I like to find the acorns. I probably won't hunt this spot again this year. My only curiosity is what was that turkey eating in the bottom? Or was it hiding from the wind? Turkeys love acorns too so why wasn't it somewhere else?

What's it doing here and what am I doing here?

That brings me back to Isaiah. The woods around me are so immense. I can see ridges miles away and it makes me feel so small and insignificant. And when I look down at the falling leaves they seem even more insignificant. And then to think of all the water droplets that come from the rain and the melting snow and hail and how they soak and permeate into everything to make things grow and how they find their way back to where they came from. So insignificant yet combined with others, so powerful.

I hope that what I write and what I do can be like that. Insignificant yet doing what they were meant to do.  Just a small drop, yet combined with those snippets that each of you contribute and view as insignificant, together we can make this world a more beautiful place!