The morning sits pretty in pink, like the rose petal cheeks of an innocent babe ~ a soft, calming respite from the harsh, heart-wrenching images of the ravaging fires, devastating quakes and raging storms of late. Is God trying to get our attention? I believe so. We have shoved the Lord aside, either arrogantly, or by default through our silence, and have allowed evil, like a hideous cancer, to grow out of control. May we turned back to Him in humble repentance, and may He soon bring hope and peace amid all of the destruction. Only He can wipe away the dust and ashes mingled with the tears of utter despair.
Maranatha! (Come soon, Lord Jesus!)
In His Love,