"It's like a ... cloud." she whispered, eyes straight ahead looking, in rapture at the Holy Baker. Only eating cheesecake, the restaurant became sanctuary - the table an altar, and we received Christ, laughing together - reverence for God's (cheesy) gifts.
He gave us eyes so that we would see His work
and hearts, softened, that we might feel His glory
and hands to touch, and clasp, and press together in prayer and supplication;
with pain and questions and anger;
with hope and faith;
with thanksgiving for His promises
His work, interwoven - perfect in our lives,
focus and purpose.
How beautiful You are!
How mighty and grand Your wonders to witness.
Friends, how good He is.
How I am reminded when I witness Him in you.
giving thanks as I slip off to work:
- for the reminder to go explore
- for licks of September on summer breezes
- for Nutmeg - my feisty, sweet rabbit.
- for a place to go.