A river rock path curved past the waterfall. Bloom-jeweled fronds waved at me from exotic plants. Sculpted shrubs framed the masterpiece gardens around my path. I inhaled the fragrance of evening and marvel at the awesome display of artistry I was so privileged to enjoy. Infinitely more wonderful than the garden.
Each pair of eyes glimmered with the unique flourish of their Creator’s light. Brilliant stories poured from those to whom I listened. My Father’s signature artistry stirred my heart again and again.
How I love to see His work!
For weeks, I’ve searched and prayed in a desperate quest to discover my passion. It’s here somewhere. In the appreciation of divine worth. In esteeming God-sculpted character traits. In encouraging sacred dreams tugging heartstrings.
I might continue squinting, unable to discern my entire path. A glimpse of my Father’s design nourishes my soul with joy. Whether I foresee my life’s purpose or not, it’s a fine day
