Early dawn this morning, a pink sky holds promise of a new day unfolding. A holy hush blankets the neighborhood, a stillness that speaks to my soul. Dark branches of towering trees silhouette the pastel canvas, as I pause to gaze out the window. The only sound is Angel cat snoring in a deep sleep tucked under the dining room table.
The soft glow from the little Christmas tree warms the room in cozy comfort. In the quietude, I can feel the presence of the angels.
What is...is. And what is, is always good and always Love. Love is quiet and constant, it has no need to boast or brag of its Power. A silent knowing of absolute certainty there is no other power.
Let the world have its petty tyrants who seem to rule with iron clad fists.
In truth, gentleness holds greater power, like the water that naturally carves through a hard rock.
So, "fear not," the angels whisper, love will always prevail and we can always rejoice in a silent victory. Love can permeate and penetrate the hardest of hearts. Love will make a way.
Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, it does not dishonor others, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ... It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. I Cor. 13:4-8 NIV
Love and joyful blessings,