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| Photo by Bgrace |
How beautiful the path He has laid out for my feet. I hadn’t been able to see it until He illuminated it for me, which He has been doing over time. It’s such a breathtakingly precious path…like following a trail of crystals.
As I was reflecting, Sarah was rummaging in my cupboards again, and I reached her just as she pulled out a hand full of white powdery cornmeal which she let go all over the floor. I was trying to hide my irritation as I cleaned up the floor. As I turned toward Sarah, I saw that she was standing in the path of a sunbeam streaming in from the kitchen window, rubbing her hands together and watching the powder float off her fingers and glisten in the light. She was mesmerized.
I recognized the wonder and delight in her eyes—and I thought—yes Sarah, that’s how I feel too.
