The gorgeous, glowing setting sun gave this tree, damaged from last year's storm, a golden hue. The mockingbird perched atop it was an added bonus!
Don't we all wish for "higher ground" at times . . . above all "the stuff" of life . . . soaking in the Son's golden rays? It's a healthy part of our journey toward Christian maturity. Many years ago, Johnson Oatman, born in 1856, must have had similar desires when he wrote the hymn "Higher Ground." For those of you not familiar with those words, here they are:
I'm pressing on the upward way;
New heights I'm gaining every day.
Still praying as I onward bound,
"Lord, plant my feet on higher ground."
My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay.
Tho' some may dwell where these abound,
My prayer, my aim is higher ground.
I want to live above the world
Tho' satan's darts at me are hurled.
For faith has caught the joyful sound
The song of saints on higher ground.
I want to scale the utmost height
And catch a gleam of glory bright.
But still I'll pray till heaven I've found
"Lord, lead me on to higher ground."
Lord, lift me up and let me stand
By faith on heaven's table land.
A higher plane than I have found,
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.