Saturday, March 8, 2025, 28.3*
Blue! That blue, that hue only seen in a moving toward spring sky. Those white, pure white clouds without a trace of gray, they invite me to linger in their softness their carefree floating around. Soleil’s torch held higher this morning casts a radiance not often seen; offers a glimpse of a holy scene.
Ice hushes the pond in most places, can’t muffle the spring that ushers water in from upper basins.
Open my eyes to see wonderful things in your Word.
I am but a pilgrim here on earth: how I need a map—and
your commands are my chart and guide.
I long for your instructions more than I can tell.
Psalm 119: 18-20 TLB
Photo: LJ Austin
