Blessing

Whenever God works in our fallen world, there is friction, and when He works in us, we are the ones who feel the heat. It can be excruciating at times, so much so that we often don’t have the heart to keep going. The aching weight of life is too much for our fragile hands … Continue reading Blessing

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Puddles

Puddles, unlikely windows to the sky, small, impure, vanishing with passing day, trace a gaze-inviting glimpse of the grandeur of the heavens. May the Grandeur of Heaven trace Himself on me, making me, though small, impure, vanishing with passing day, an unlikely window to the Sky.