Linda Beck: I believe; do you?

  • Posted: Saturday, January 5, 2013 12:01 a.m.

Several years ago when I had my first book signing in Lexington, a lady named Dorothy came to meet me and bought the first book, “My Sanctuary.” We have some of the same health issues so I was able to share my woes and listen to hers. After reading the book, she called to tell me that it was like she had known me all of our lives. We became instant friends in spite of the miles between us. Sometimes now she visits me and I taught her how to play Chinese checkers. We have had some good laughs and she has helped with the card ministry and another friendship has formed.

Dorothy sends me some wonderful e-mails with music and beautiful scenes from all over the world. Now and then a particular one grabs my attention and I go back repeatedly to view it over again. There is one that is based on the song, “Creation Calls.” I don’t think I had ever heard that song but the neatest thing is that the words are portrayed at the bottom of the screen and that really helps me learn a song.


And I’m learning more and more from the Internet. (Who ever thought this slowpoke was finally going to use the computer, the Internet, and the new Dragon NaturallySpeaking?)

In the song there are two choruses and several verses but only the following are on the video:

I have felt the wind blow
Whispering your name

I have seen your tears fall
When I watch the rain.

Chorus 1
How could I say there is no God

When all around creation calls
A singing bird, a mighty tree

The vast expanse of open sea.
Gazing at a bird in flight

Soaring through the air
Lying down beneath the stars

I feel your presence there.
Chorus 2

I love to stand at ocean’s shore

And feel the thundering breakers roar

To walk through golden fields of grain

‘Neath endless blue horizons.
Listening to a river run

Watering the earth
Fragrance of a rose in bloom

A newborn’s cry at birth.
I believe, I believe, I believe.

The first chorus grabs my attention every time and chills wash over me. But I am not the one that believes there is no God, are you? Every time I sit in my wheelchair watching birds soar over or listen to birdsong, I believe! And when I sit outside at night and look at the stars, I do feel his presence. (I guess that is why I can go out alone in the dark… He is there in the stars, the moon, and my heart.)

The sound of my outdoor fountain takes me back in memories to all the family times at the beach “listening to the ocean roar or viewing the vast expanse of open sea.” The ocean holds my heart in every wave whether it is calm or stormy. God has been there with me even during the times without my mate.

Even though I have experienced the birth of two daughters, standing outside the door almost 9 years ago when my granddaughter entered the world, it was very special to hug my grandson Billy as we experienced together “a newborn’s cry at birth.”

It has been a long time since I could “walk through fields of grain” but I’ve experienced many endless views of the blue horizon. I believe God provided the opportunities for the many trips I’ve been able to experience during my lifetime.

Creation calls me to believe in the father, son, and Holy Spirit. I believe; do you?

Linda Beck lives in Woodleaf.

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