I'm not an adrenaline junkie. I don't like to sky dive, or
climb steep cliffs, clinging by fingernails and toenails. I don't plan on being
in an Indie 500 hundred race or become a fighter pilot. Yet, life sometimes
forces me to play chicken with oncoming crises. I see the freight train coming,
and I would prefer to get off the tracks, but I can't, not yet. The train has
to get much closer before I can react.
Come, spend a little time in prayer and contemplation. Lift your eyes from the mundane and the ordinary and gaze upon the divine wonders surrounding us, evidence of God's direct involvement in our lives. He may whisper to us in the quiet of a hospital room or shout at us through a storm. Wherever we are, He's there, comforting, encouraging, and strengthening. "For all things have their season." Ecclesiastes. 3:3
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