The intensity of these moments took my breath away.
A sky so dark. The crescent moon so crisp in the sky I felt as if I could lift it free from the fabric of the night and tuck it in my pocket.
A sky so blue. Broken suddenly by the silence of wings. So deeply white, a cloud in the sky, his beak a ray of sunshine.
Moments seared hot in my memories. Whispers from heaven.
Rivulets in the desert.
When we're in the desert, especially when we're in the desert, the enemy loves to coax us off the path of faith with mirages of sunlit fields filled with wildflowers . . . that quickly turn into pools of tar and quicksand.
Time spent in a spiritual wilderness is a blessing that is most appreciated in hindsight. We are desperate to be in His presence, yet we can't seem to grasp even the hem of His garment.
Often, strangely, we find, finally, that He was closest to us when He seemed the farthest away.
In the desert, flash floods destroy what the rivulets sustain.
Perhaps, in this moment, He is revealing as much of Himself as we can contain.
A sky so dark.
A sky so blue.
Shalom,
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