I love these mornings when jet fighters from two Air Force bases and a Naval Air Station are roaring overhead.  It gives me a feeling of being protected, and I thank God for the assurance that there are those who watch over me and keep my enemies far away.

But then I look at the mighty Gulf of Mexico and the soaring clouds overhead, the overwhelming displays of God’s ineffable greatness, and I realize that all earthly pomp and splendor are like raindrops in the ocean of our Lord’s dominion.

It’s a thought that forces me to bow my head in gratitude and humility on this Christmas Eve.

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