The song in my head, "It Took a Miracle" was in there, and for the first time I read all three verses of the song. It talks of how God's might and miracles are written in the sky. The last verse especially captured my attention.
"And every little bird and flower are testimonies, too."
When I stepped onto the patio this morning to feed the boys (my two failed barn cats and an elderly dog), I noticed my begonias, Mexican petunias, and roses, and thought, "Every little flower is a testimony to God." How about that? My yard is full of God-stories! What kind of God-story is in your yard?
My Spring Azaleas (of course not in September)
When I stepped onto the patio this morning to feed the boys (my two failed barn cats and an elderly dog), I noticed my begonias, Mexican petunias, and roses, and thought, "Every little flower is a testimony to God." How about that? My yard is full of God-stories! What kind of God-story is in your yard?
My Spring Azaleas (of course not in September)
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