I raced past the front view this morning, in my harried state to get the girls off to school. Mornings come quickly around here as school starts early. Most days the sun is just coming over the horizon when we emerge from our evening hibernation. Lately though, grey clouds have seemed to continually find themselves more important, taking the stage from the sun. Today the glow pouring in the window caught my eye.
Little insignificant moments are really His big moments, but we have to be still and quiet to sense them.
Come and warm up the cold winter, just for a moment, to whisper, “P.S. I love you.”
The Lord is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life;
of whom shall I be afraid?