A golden birthday enjoyed to the maximum!
Two birthdays on the 8th - my good friend Natasha with Katrina.
All nature sings His glory
Praise flows from the million voices of crickets singing a late summer lullaby.
Glory cascades from the yellowest sunset I've ever seen.
Skepticism melts in the shadow of a gold harvest half moon.
His presence shines from every one of the thousand stars visible tonight.
He begs me for these: praise, glory, belief, presence with Him.
In everything beautiful, and in everything ugly about this world,
there is the shadow and whisper of His holiness.
He is making all things new.
Even my broken heart and shattered mind.
God in the tangible
I read the assignment: share a moment you've felt close to God lately.
The cool breeze of a fan in the claustrophobic Southern sun.
The turquoise of hurricane shutters down by the beach.
The criss-cross of the palmetto shrub,
so familiar, the raspy rub of it against palm.
4 years now I've been traveling here to feel this.
Grassy palmetto tops seclude the beach access
brush hair back with their rough edges
and sing a rustling song in the ocean breeze.
In nature I feel him.
But He is so silent.
He is so still.
He is so far away, other times.
Where are you, oh God, that I cannot touch or feel you?
Where is your whisper?
Where is your windsong?
When is my escape?
it is not self-seeking
Love is patient
love is kind.
it does not envy
it does not boast
it keeps no record of wrongs.
~from I Corinthians 13~