The cool morning Breeze wrapped its wings around my weary body causing my spirit to sing. I sensed the Lord’s Presence, His tender mercies, His amazing love. From the corner of my eye, a bright burst of red caught my attention – a male cardinal. His scarlet feathers stood in stark contrast to the deep shades of green all around him. He chirped his happy song, feasted on the bounty of sunflower seeds, and flitted from branch to branch in the century old cedar.
God’s creation testified all about me.
The wings of the wind wrapped me in His love.
The morning light overcame the velvety darkness of the night.
The scarlet song moving through the ancient cedar witnessed to my spirit.
Like a scarlet thread woven into the holy draperies of the Tabernacle, the Master wove the color of His love all through history until it dripped from the nail-pierced hands of His Son. And now, rocking on my porch in the mountains of North Carolina, surrounded by the glory of creation, His scarlet thread once again testifies of God’s love.
A scarlet thread securing us to the garment of righteousness.
A scarlet thread binding us to Him from generation to generation.