There is a place within each of our hearts that pulls us in when the storms begin to blow. Doesn't matter if the storm that blows is real or imagined...like turtles we can pull our heads in and under the protective shell of self-protection as soon as we notice a change in the wind.
That is where I have been over the past few weeks.
That is where I think I could have stayed until my Lord knocked on the outside of my "shell" and reminded me that THAT isn't where HE is.
So here I am...and funny how after hiding away from the reality of the world, I find the air fresh and crisp...my heart still stops at the beauty of His handiwork...I still fall to the ground in awestruck wonder when He whispers my name...
I came out to find that while I was hiding away, so much of my life was running in cruise control...and so many people noticed even while I thought no one could see me.
Funny what we believe when we forget to look up, eh?
I had the chance to go to Phoenix over Thanksgiving weekend...the chance to reconnect with people in my family that I haven't seen in many years. It was an amazing time...both in the time spent with my beloved ones and in the time spent driving across the long desert that spans between Cali and Arizona. God's handiwork was all around...and here I share a bit with you as a love gift...an offering of friendship from one who has been long gone.
The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display His craftmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make Him known.
They speak without a sound or word; thier voice is never heard. Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, their words to all the world.
Sending you a hug while looking up once again...