Psalm 96:12b - ...then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy.
As we began hiking around the desert, I found myself continually under the sneaking suspicion that the Saguaro were trapped in their prickly confinement, and were longing for the day when they might be released to become the Lord's herald. We know that creation groans for that day.
As I was reading Psalm 96 this morning, I thought of my Saguaro friends.
I remember one day hiking through what could only be referred to a Saguaro forest, and I can imagine them all singing for joy, with their arms already raised, on that day.
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