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.

Desert city sojourn.
And I wade in the book of Isaiah. Meditating on the prophet’s words. For months.
Soaking in these passages that sound familiar. Close to home.
Scripture speaks true. Pointing out rebellion.
And revealing His compassion.

“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom…” (Proverbs 9:10). I was a child with childlike faith, starting to read my new red Bible on my own.
And Proverbs was my favorite.
