I fret.
About silly things. About my space (or rather, lack thereof). About stuff. About the temporal. But then I get a gentle, loving reminder from the Most High about how much more I *do* have than I don't have . . .
Nothing quite like a Camp MACOBA sunset! I'd not have traded this view (or these spectacular colors) for anything.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. Psalm 19:1-4
For His invisible attributes, namely, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse. Romans 1:20
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