Shooting stars elude me.
The grand crescendo, the mountaintop experience… I chase them and fall, tripping over cynicism and self-consciousness.
The burning bush, the ray of blinding light on the road to Damascus, the pillar of fire that devours doubt? All absent.
But like You did for Elijah, You speak to me in the still, small voice. You are a diety of details in the middle of a fog-shrouded forest.
You push through the clutter.
Create texture and intricate patterns that demand me. “Be still, look closer.”
Show me beauty in sharp edges.
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Wow! Incredible pictures, and a surpassingly lovely description of your faith.
Thank You Dawn. I needed that.
Love the pictures! I often connect with God by marveling at His creative work in nature, too.
Hmmm, I wasn’t expecting that.
Btw, sorry to hear about the house issues!
~ingrid
Beautiful, beautiful post.
(I know it’s cliched. Sorry.)