Does God see?
In crisis, I cry out. Not knowing how to pray.
Anxious thoughts and inner storms buffeting. Ocean waves pushing me to gasp for air.
Feeling weak.
Does He have a plan in this scary place? Has He forgotten where we are?

Does God see?
In crisis, I cry out. Not knowing how to pray.
Anxious thoughts and inner storms buffeting. Ocean waves pushing me to gasp for air.
Feeling weak.
Does He have a plan in this scary place? Has He forgotten where we are?

Stepping out into early morning air. First breath of dawn. Stillness.
Sky somewhere between dark and light.
Not even visible. Yet. But all creation anticipates the all-out glory of what’s coming.
Streetlights dim. Even the moon and stars fade. At the certain, steady rise of God’s sun.
Full light of day is coming.
