We know God in the quiet places, on sunny, Spring afternoons near creeks that bubble with birds singing and a gentle breeze gliding over us.
We know Him in the dark of our closets, on bended knees, our needs expressed without words, our oneness with the Spirit wrapped in our breath.
We know God in the morning, when we wake to yet another day and thank Him for the grace of that present, the only gift, besides our salvation, for which we can be truly thankful.
We know Him when the world that changes rocks us to our very core, and we are floundered but for the safety of His wings.
“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal” (2 Corinthians 4:18).
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