The noise of the day had quieted. I relaxed on the deck. I felt a gentle breeze blow across my face. Then I heard it! I heard the sound of nature. The leaves of the trees were swaying with the wind. They were rustling against each other. I heard the trees clapping their hands!
Psalm 47:1 NKJV says, “O clap your hands, all you people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.”
The trees were clapping their hands and shouting triumphant praise. I wanted to follow their example.
I realized the trees were able to clap their hands (their leaves) with the wind’s help. Wind is also a description of the Holy Spirit. I meditated upon my reliance upon the Holy Spirit’s help. Jesus says in John 14:16-17, “I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may be with you forever; that is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it does not see Him or know Him, but you know Him because He abides with you and will be in you.” Because the Holy Spirit nudged me that evening, I was able to perceive God’s glory in my surroundings.
I clapped my hands. My soul shouted praise.
As I remained upon the deck, my eyes glanced towards the western horizon. An awesome sunset was displayed. I paused to applaud. God had created a majestic masterpiece by painting beautiful colors across the sky. I exclaimed my approval by praising Him for His artistic performance.
Once again, I was quiet. I faintly heard another sound. I discerned that it was the voice of the stream flowing near our property line. The water produced audible vibrations as it meandered downstream. Psalm 98:8 begins, “Let the rivers clap their hands.” My heartbeat was in rhythm with the water’s claps and slaps.
It was a delightful evening. I experienced the atmosphere’s accolades.
Nature clapped. And I clapped my hands. I also clasped my hands in prayer. Proverbs 15:8 tells me that the prayer of the upright pleases the Lord. I wanted to fulfill the words of David in Psalm 141:2. “May my prayer be set before You like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.”
I experienced the promise of Isaiah 55:12. “You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.”