Sunday, May 29, 2011


He covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain
and makes grass grow on the hills. Psalm 147: 8

He bestows rain on the earth;
he sends water upon the countryside.  Job 5: 10

Father; yesterday and the day before and the day before that......
 I thanked you for the rain.  Today I praise you for the sunshine.

I need to mow the grass, and these delicate creations will go down with it.
It makes me sad.  But they will come again and again.
How can something so beautiful thrive amidst the dandelions and weeds?
Is my light shining in the midst of the chaos of a fallen world?

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