Yesterday at sunset I watched the words to a hymn materialize before my eyes.
As the “day was dying in the west” I saw heaven touch earth with rest.
So I decided to wait. And worship…
A God who can make even the broken things beautiful…
…who gives us wings to fly…
…faithful companions,
and wisdom to find our way home…
…who attends to the least of us…
…and alerts us to the dangers and adventures in our world.
…who still fills our lives with wonder …
…and our hearts with peace…
…as He sings to us of His nearness.