Every year, the sun begins descending over the end of the building so I am in the shade, and the light is reflected off everything before me, mellow and clean and clear.
While people are busy building bombs, and tanks and battleships, I rest, enjoy the peace and thank God in my heart for the sensation of His grace flowing through me, so that the joy that comes from it is like the a waterfall, hurtling down at breakneck speed from the tallest heights of the mountain.
The silence in the midst of all the tumult rests me, and I surrender to it, to the cross, to the nails and toil of soul that is life.
You may enjoy the silence and the peace that come with being alive and turning to God to fulfill His will.
He delights in filling you up, with cold cups of deep spring waters that have journied as clouds half way around the world to fall where you stand, making rainbows in His firmament.
From my vantage point on the cross, I may enjoy your delight as you sit near me listening.
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