(A nice little photo I took with my phone while looking out the window of my office of the sun breaking through the clouds. I like the black and white as it adds some drama to the scene and the quote by Aristotle seems to fit perfectly. Here’s to always having hope. ~M)
Staring at the ceiling as silent tears from the corners of my eyes roll quickly down, leaving tracks…
As I kept my head down and pointed into the wind the rain/snow mix continued to fall from…
So, what say you?
He is God of the storm The storm is God He is God in the storm
His ‘grace unveiled’ each morning shatters my theology. Morning’s GRACE Brightly shines Into the dark Of my heart…
