You know the sky? How its always there, whether you see it or not? Always doing something to help out Mother Nature? Whether its gloomy or bright? Rainy or clear? That's how we are to the Father-- whether we see him or not, His Spirit is always near us, ready to help us, steadfastly distributing His Love. Our distractions are like the clouds, and they kind of blotch our focus on Him-- like a smudge on glasses. But just like the Sun burning away fog, he sees right through to us. Just like we know the feel of wind, He recongizes when we need strength or reassurance. He sends us hints, like we take glimpses of the sky through windows. And like in Revelation how the sky will roll up like a scroll, yet there will be a New Heaven; although we fail and forget Him, His loving compassion and forgiveness extends beyond our comprehension. Like scientists can study the sky, we can attempt to unravel the mystery of His Presence and Love. But we won't know all until the sky drops to the Earth or we drop at Abba's feet. Son of the stars, daughter of the sky-- you have never left his sight. <3
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