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"In the beginning when there was nothing; not even a void of something, there was God. Who is and was and will always be The Great "I Am." Out of the mind of God of his own mere personal pleasure, He envisioned His perfect, grandiose, full of variety and most beautiful creation. God decided to create beauty that would bring pleasure to those created with senses of divulging taste, sensuous touch, engorging vision, and enriching sound, when they are accompanied with emotion releasing euphoric feelings of awe and utter astonishment. Creation itself brings us to our knees acknowledging the infinite wisdom of our Awesome God. Yahweh is the only God who can dedicate so much of His time to creating moments of awe and splendor for our own personal enjoyment to bring glory to himself. As the mind of God careened into motion, the power of his thoughts rippling through the bleak expanses, crossing the vast nothingness, filling everything with his glory, as His Spirit ravishingly arose with life breathing power. With everything in utter chaos without God’s divine direction The Word of God spoke with visionaries heart and such creative authority that brought the seas into submission, the grass on the hills waving to God, crying out to their creator, and the winds bowing at the knees of The Almighty. Oh, the bleak expanses of the universe longing for their maker, seeking to impress their God with the light and delicacy they shone forth. God’s infinite care envisioned clean pure, crystal clear, sparkling glacier waters gushing down, pouring over the side of an eastern waterfall as the sun rises over the crest of the majestic mauve mountains of His love. The brightness of the pure snow reflecting the sweet crescendo of the orange, yellow and fiery red reflection of the bright and shining morning sun light. In full view of the mountains fluffy peaks, the eagle with it’s piercing beak streaking through the stratosphere in front of the cumulus clouds of rains sweet splendor. The ancient and wise eagle shooting down threw the layers of the atmosphere like a shooting star caressing the moonlight night. Breaking the peaceful silence with a penetrating drive for your soul piercing the darkness, reaching down inside, drawing out a cry for The Almighty, thanking him for His wondrous works and His mighty deeds. You are caught in a rapture of fear, all your muscles, tense and freeze. Your bodily functions cease momentarily. Oh, the anguish of your soul. The moment is peaked as the eagle’s eyes twitched. His wings rise. The great birds’ feathers flap in the wind in sweet repose, as his heart and his eye's pause, fixed on the impending moment. His body still moving, but his mind is focused as his talon’s unloose and clench preparing for the release of the moment’s tension. The Eagle prepares to unleash his fiery attack. Still in silence, everything seems as if it is in slow motion. You are awed by the beauty of the moment. You feel privileged to witness the goodness and severity of Gods creation as it turns into the thrill of the chase that stirs your soul, writhing for revival. As the first rains cleanse and purge the land of its filth; a mist rises as incense, as a fragrant oil to The LORD. The beauty and majesty of God’s glory that the name of Yahweh may be proclaimed to the end of the ages. You forget the problems of old as The Glory of God is revealed through his creation lifting your soul to refreshing heights from the presence of The LORD, drawing you nearer to His precious bleeding side of love, to draw you into His arms like a hen gathers her chicks. As this fleeting moment passes, Gods thoughts cease his decision is made. His voice cracks into action. He cries aloud, "Let there be life." God majestically sets the earth to spin, in glorious motion of planets and universe in the great ballroom dance called "gravity." The dance that brought gravity to life sucking all life down to it’s cylindrical form, like a magnet clinging to metal, like a child attached to it’s mothers leg, like a baby Kangaroo too it mother. Creating the hills, mountains, waters, rivers, seasons, and rains. The sweet sound of a songbird in the morning singing a song draws you nearer causing you to want to hear more. The sound of the bird in full chorus caresses the ear like a soft velvet sheet slipping past your skin, resting on a soft cotton pillow, laying on a fluffy feather mattress. The delicate sent soft velvet rose enraptured by the light of sunlight morning glistening of off the gentle dew, as the lively rooster crows God’s great alarm clock, and all manner of being brought to life. The strong sturdy Oak cracks into existence and the sweet damp aroma of morning dew on green cloves tantalizes your nostrils. Your soul stirs to think of the wonder of what The Lord has done. Remember The wonders of what The Lord has done! Remember His mighty acts, His deeds, and the wonders of His mighty love, The Prince of all life. He will always be with you, even to the end of the age; He will never leave nor forsake you. Praise The LORD." By Jeramiah Giehl
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