The mane morphs into an angel hovering just above the horse who seems unaware. Is this so often how we live our lives, unaware of the spiritual realm that hovers all around us?
What is faith, the hope of things unseen?
Events happen throughout our lives, hard times come with often no end in sight. Loved ones die and there is no response from beyond the veil only silence. The undiscovered beckons silently with an eternal hope, but no confirmation of what may come. Do we silently maintain faith with an expectation of the glorious promises of what may come?
Surrounded by angels and the eternal we live our lives unaware.
Hold steadfast believing that something glorious this way comes!
God Bless! ~M
