Gratitude exclaims… ‘How good of God to give me this.’ Adoration says, ‘What must be the quality of that Being whose far-off and momentary coruscations are like this!’ One’s mind runs back up the sunbeam to the sun.”
I get a little absorbed reading about debate and differences, us-vs-them, and thinking about my truth in light of it all.
And a whisper comes by way of a letter written by a man named Paul to a people in a land once called Galatia: faith, expressed through love. That’s the thing that matters.
I think about that love, and how nothing can dispute the way it fell on me. I know what I know.
And my thoughts go up the sunbeam . . .