Do you feel the flaming tongues of Nature’s cathedral licking at your heart yet?
“The river” is a thing, but always in motion. So never really the same. It couldn’t be “the river” without its unmoving bed.
Parenting is neither a test of wisdom, nor of patience. Parenting is a test of both, and more. Above all, parenting is a test of love.
Layered, cyclical Ordinary, phenomenal Predictable, mysterious Like love
…a thundering velvet hand His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
Hours earlier, these droplets formed out of the morning mist. Settled here, they endow even greater beauty to an already beautiful image of God’s presence in nature’s cathedral. On this altar, these droplets are separate, yet from and of the same substance. The same essence. They will, hours from now, be transformed, imperceptibly, still theContinue reading “Angels In the Mist”