A cool breeze interrupts the warmth of the rising sun. The birds have sung their songs of hope for this day long before the light. It is the ultimate expression of faith. To sing praise in the darkness. Now they are already busy at work doing whatever birds do on a Saturday morning. The frogs in my small pond sit half in the water and half testing the sun for a warm spot to spend their day. I step out, take a deep breath, and fill my lungs with the gift of another chance. I may not be a wealthy man but I am far better off than many and still not living up to my full potential. God, help me to see what you see in me so that I can learn to sing like the birds my song of hope long before the light.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 11:07:34 +0000
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