Reflections
The dark days of Winter can feel endless. It can seem as if darkness is hiding answers we so desperately crave.
This is the mystery and surprise we weren’t expecting to find in Winter… answers in the dark. Answers that reflect to us, like the Winter sun hitting the snow. So pure and breathtaking, so sacred and solid.
I waited and waited and waited for God. At last he looked; finally he listened. He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud. He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip. He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God. More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God. (Psalm 40:1-3) MSG
The dark days of Winter can feel endless. It can seem as if darkness is hiding answers we so desperately crave.
This is the mystery and surprise we weren’t expecting to find in Winter… answers in the dark. Answers that reflect to us, like the Winter sun hitting the snow. So pure and breathtaking, so sacred and solid.
I waited and waited and waited for God. At last he looked; finally he listened. He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud. He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip. He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God. More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God. (Psalm 40:1-3) MSG
The dark days of Winter can feel endless. It can seem as if darkness is hiding answers we so desperately crave.
This is the mystery and surprise we weren’t expecting to find in Winter… answers in the dark. Answers that reflect to us, like the Winter sun hitting the snow. So pure and breathtaking, so sacred and solid.
I waited and waited and waited for God. At last he looked; finally he listened. He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud. He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip. He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God. More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God. (Psalm 40:1-3) MSG
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