Finding God’s Presence ~ Even When I Don’t Want To
Shadows laced together like interlocking fingers carpeting the trail beneath my feet. Blue chicory mingled with fuchsia-painted sweet pea among the boulders heralding my hike. A cool breeze rubbed against my neck stiff with tension and whispered for me to look up to the sky wrought with glory.
But I didn’t want to.
I wanted to stay buried in my thoughts and yield to my enemy rather than look to my Savior.
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