Some days we need a benediction.
Proclaiming who He is and what He does.
Anchoring hearts.
Stabilizing steps.
Resting weary souls.
Yes, some days we need a benediction.
Some days we need a benediction.
Proclaiming who He is and what He does.
Anchoring hearts.
Stabilizing steps.
Resting weary souls.
Yes, some days we need a benediction.
Morning exercise at sunrise. Walking at a fast clip, tuned in to a podcast. Suddenly, there it is. Fragrance.
Distinct. Sweet. I don’t even have to look.
Honeysuckle.
Stopping, I turn and see. Down the the slope. A riot of honeysuckle blooms. Taking over the thicket.
As a young girl, I watched the Charlton Heston version of Ben Hur. And was drawn into the story so vividly told on the big screen. Awed by the way Jesus Christ figured into the fictional tale of Judah Ben Hur’s life.
Jesus kept appearing. Giving us glimpses into how His time on earth impacted people. It was mysterious and beautiful.
The newest version of Ben Hur was showing at theaters in the Asian country where we were living at the time. Before it was relegated to odd middle-of-the-night hours, we headed to the mall, purchased our popcorn and settled into a nearly empty theater to enjoy the movie.