Abundance.
Trees in spring. Blooms appearing overnight.
Colors. Soft and brilliant.
Then, breezes sweep through. And blossoms fill the air.
Abundance scattered. Beauty all around.

Abundance.
Trees in spring. Blooms appearing overnight.
Colors. Soft and brilliant.
Then, breezes sweep through. And blossoms fill the air.
Abundance scattered. Beauty all around.

Christmas approaches. Like a freight train. It’s that time of year.
Loud in commercials and sales. Glitz and glitter. Richly-colored wrapping and ribbons and bows.
Bright trees. Exquisite nativities. Christmas baking on point.
And the music. Playlists mixing winter themes and manger scenes. O Holy Night and a blue Christmas without you.
In the midst of it all? Hunger for something more.

“Did God really say…?” The serpent’s ploy through the ages.
Deceiver. Casting doubt on God’s Word.
Casting doubt on God.
Casting doubt.
Deceiver. Twisting His command. And intent.
Then misleading the listener. About the outcome of disobedience.
