The Creek at Lyman Run State Park

Nature’s Praise ~

When the sun tucked down behind the hills and no longer shed her light, we went to bed.  How were we ever going to fall asleep without the fan?  Let me explain. At home we are used to the artificial sound of the fan to help us get to sleep (and for obvious reasons; to help keep us cool.) However there was no fan to be plugged in at the campground.

As we closed our eyes a more beautiful sound could be heard.   It’s music caught me by surprise that at first I didn’t recognize where it was coming from.  Guess where it came from? The creek that Julius, Samuel, and I had just played hours before.  It’s sound was constant yet serene.  I had a hard time trying to stay awake…I just wanted to listen, before I knew it, I was out like a light.

The Creek at Lyman Run State Park

The morning held as much splendor for me to hear.  As the sun rose, with at first only a glimmer of it’s rays, it stirred nature awake.  I woke to the sound of singing birds.  They weren’t loud, they weren’t off key.  They sang as if in a chorus.  Each one on cue, in tune, and on time.  It was beautiful.  (I do believe they had the best Teacher.)

I began to see that all during the day God was being praised by His creation. By the water flowing down the creek, by the birds morning song, along with the butterflies that seemed to flutter in every area I walked.

The bees praised Him as they tarried with their work without complaining.


The fish that swam within the waters cupped hands.  The turquoise and golden hues of the sunfish were dazzling to me (and yet slimy).  The trees, the clouds, the rocks.  All so stunning, breathtakingly peaceful. Vibrant and alive.

Hanging around

Hanging around

Sometimes I allow myself to be too busy to stop, look, and listen.  I had an amazing vacation with my family.  Why?

Because I was away from my normal routine.

I  was able to see family whom were temporarily no longer distant.

And I was reminded to breathe in the beauty that surrounded me.

When Jesus was coming to Jerusalem, the great crowd heard of it. They took palm branches and went out to meet Him. They shouted, “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.  The King of Israel.”

Can you imagine the roar of the crowd?  To my imagination it would be greater than cheering for the winning team of the Super bowl.  Only some Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, order your disciples to stop.”  He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the stones would shout out.”

Yes, I believe it is true.  I have witnessed it.  Already nature sings His praise.  How much more should we?

I am working on my first picture book that describes this very thing.  I look forward to the time when I can share it with you. Until then….How do you praise the King of Kings?

“Let no rock cry out louder than you.”


  1. photosbyandy on July 10, 2013 at 5:40 pm

    Beautiful photos…looks like you had an awesome time out in the woods.

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Vicki L. Moag
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Author Vicki L. Moag grew up in the mountains of Pennsylvania with a love for music and the outdoors. Now, whether singing in a choir, the congregation, or teaching children, she finds a way to share her love of music with others. She currently resides with her family in South Carolina, where they enjoy countless adventures together.


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