The Father of Lights. There is No Shadow of Turning

Sunlight blazed from the summer sky filling the earth with heaven’s light. The Spirit of God made His Presence known all about me as the gentle breeze whispered through the pines. Walking along our country road, I found refuge beneath His wing — the Father of Lights casting exquisite sunbeams through the canopy of interlocking pine, oak, and elm. Birds called from the treetops. White-tail deer sprinted from the creek into the forest’s safety.

Creation declared His glory all about me — His glory is always proclaimed.

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