Here the sun is shining brightly on a smooth blanket of pure white snow, under an azure sky streaked with cottony clouds: this is my Father’s world.
I’ve been posting a hymn every day now for a year–or is it nearer two years?–and it seems to be that I’m more moved by them, emotionally, instead of less I find the sky and the snow more moving, too, along with everything else out there: my Father’s handiwork, all of which speaks softly, “God is nigh.” And I know they speak truth: I can feel it.
You feel it, too, don’t you? And if only we knew how to express it!
March 19th, 2017 at 11:15 am
Yes, so many things make me feel the presence of our Father, but strangely, everything leaves me more and more hungry for more of HIM.
If i don’t get a special time with Him every day, listening to worship songs,
it dampens my day.
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March 19th, 2017 at 11:16 am
There is little to compare with the beauty of a clear blue sky over fresh snow. Obviously our Creator knew what He was doing when He made this beautiful world.
Snowy mornings are a rarity in these parts and I miss them.
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