All Nature Sings

My tea rose bush in the pot on my patio has decided to erupt into a halo of flaming pink color. Maybe it’s because of the rain we’ve had or the drop in the temperatures. Not sure, but whatever the reason, it’s as if it’s praising God for being alive. I also hear his praises in the wind rustling the tree leaves in my neighborhood, in the songs of the birds in my garden, in the gentle whispers of the lake near my home. The psalms are filled with passages about how creation praises its maker, so I believe that’s what my tea rose is doing. All creation glories in its Creator. And, so do I.