You’ve been waiting for me here, in this place. The shadows of night fade into vibrant blue, autumn golds and reds. The mist is gliding up into the colors, in a dance only the Creator could choreograph. It sways with the waters, to a melody of morning birds, to the treble of rippling waters and the cadence of dripping dew.
This is Your song, Lord. Your creation is singing it for You.
But in the midst of this glorious song of Your creation, You’ve been waiting. For me. You’ve been waiting for me to get still. You’ve been waiting for me to get rid of this world’s noise. You’ve been waiting for me to listen to the song.
But I can’t sing a song so beautiful, Lord. My song is not melodic. My song is not flowing. My song is not brilliant with colors.
You assure my soul that I’m…
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