In the quiet of the morning things come to light.
Time to reconsider.
Time to abide.
Time for grateful reflection.
Blessings are all around, and God longs to reveal Himself to the searching heart.
Availability of the seeker is key.
All too often I am blinded and befuddled by the dust of this age.
Shake the dust off my feet Lord, and off of the lenses of my soul.
1 comment:
Amen.
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