Thinking this morning about God speaking to us. It is only through His word that He speaks. Or could it be that He speaks through:
the morning sun coming up over the city building skyline
the frost on the cold morning ground
the bright red cardinal sitting alone in the bare branched tree
a husband wrapping his arms around you and praying over your day
the quiet in the morning when all you hear are the birds,and all you smell is good coffee
the hope of a good day
the joy of knowing you will see your friend today
the sad - stressed eyes of a co-worker needing to talk
fresh flowers that sit on your desk
day lilies that are busting through the hard, cold earth trying to birth again
trees that grow leaves - year after year after year, without any help from you
stirrings in your heart that make you angry or sad or lonely feelings that make you cry, or laugh
bodies that hurt after you work them out hard
friends that walk out life with you
a heart that is soft
the touch of a loved one
someone who listens
someone who cares... I think He does
