Stargazing

He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name - Psalm 147:4. He gazed up at the stars as they twinkled brightly in the dark sky. There were so many of them. Some looked tiny, others small and others big. Some were closer than others. He tried counting them but it was too …

Hotah/Bright #writephoto

I follow him into the wood, my brave warrior. My heart is racing as I stumble between the trees which seem to clear a path to where he is. I find him at our tree, wearing a breechcloth. My breath is fast and unsteady but it's not from the exercise.  It's the sight of his …

Stand Still

“Listen to this, O Job; Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God - Job 37:14 When was the last time you stood still and just drank in the beauty around you? A lot of times we are so busy getting from place to place or preoccupied with our lives that we don't take …

Dinner With Miller

She stormed out of the office and drove to her favorite spot, an abandoned field with wild flowers and a particular tree with twisted limbs that seemed to reach for the sky and the clouds like giant floating pieces of cotton wool moved ever so slightly across its expanse. Overhead, seagulls soared, their cries piercing …

The Love of God

To write the love of God above Would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky - a Hymn by Frederick M. Lehman The love of God is brighter than the most luminescent star in the sky and more vast than the universe He created.

Sunrise

From the rising of the sun to its going down The Lord’s name is to be praised - Psalm 113:3 Every morning on my way to work, I cannot help but marvel at the orange hue of the sky as the sun slowly rises.  Sometimes, it looks like the sky is on fire.  The heavens are declaring the glory …

No Coincidence

We are not here by coincidence. All around us is evidence that we are here by design. We were fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of our Creator. In tender love He fashioned us and gave us the breath of life.   We are not here by chance but for a purpose.  We were …

The Intruder

A storm was raging outside.  The rain was beating relentlessly against the windows.  The lightning flashed across the sky and soon followed by the loud thunderous clap.  She hated storms. And being alone in the house didn't help the situation.  She chided herself for coming ahead of the family to this place which been closed …

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