Some say the petals fade, that they don’t mean much. But I see living praise in every fragile touch. Each stem has its own song, each petal, its own perfume. Each color tells a story… only Heaven could bloom. Nothing You make is wasted. Nothing You make is the same. Every flower has a purpose.… Continue reading Every Flower Has A Name
One day when I was sitting outside… I noticed something… A single leaf, barely hanging on to the branch, of an oak tree. So small. So brittle. Brown, withered, Pieces of it broken and missing. Slowly dying…. but still hanging on, with all of its might. All by itself, Blowing softly in the wind, and… Continue reading Fall Into Him
Rain falling softly on the windows, the faintest sound… almost too soft to hear. But even through the loudness around me, even through all of the unknown, I am reminded… You are still here. The rain is a reminder that when I am hurting, when I am in pain, that is when You are working… Continue reading Thank You For The Rain
He’s in the smile of the sweet elderly woman at the grocery store, Don’t you remember? She was the one you met at the door. He’s in the giggle of an infant, How precious a sound! Everywhere you look, He’s all around. Have you seen Him today? Surely you have, He was sitting beside you… Continue reading He’s Everywhere
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