Eye of the Storm

During the storm, it was clear. The song birds sang a lullaby of no fear. The world's flashlight was replaced by heaven's flood Light. Peeking out behind the mountainous clouds hung a prism bow that promises that He knows. If there ever were a time to take a deep breath, it's now.  These storms never pass, they will never cease, but there is peace in the eye. For I am in Him and He is in me.

The old life is gone, A new life begins, A fresh start is created new."

Little Red Bird

I am staring at a red bird as I am writing this thought...  It's the little things in life as small as a red bird that keep me going at times.  It takes me away from the daily grind, and slows me down long enough to enjoy what has been here all along.  Deep within my soul it makes my heart smile.  These moments in time are stepping stones confirming my direction in a forward motion.  That Red Bird has been the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow;  unchanging, much greater than I.

"The old life is gone, A new life begins, A fresh start is created new."