How good to be silent as the day awakens! To listen for the still, small voice that whispers between the rolling waves and the scudding clouds, in the pages of Holy Writ, and in the hidden depths of my heart.
I was once terrified to hear the fateful alarm of dismal doom, even after I became a follower of the Light of the World. My sins and rebellion had crushed my spirit, and I felt unworthy to receive even a scrap from the banquet table.
But now I await the love song from Heaven, still painfully aware of my shortfalls, but assured of pardon and peace spoken from the parched lips that prayed, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
Thanks be to God for the timeless tidings of my acceptance.