At times we are like an old wagon being drug here and there
burdened with meaningless bangles and beads, bells and whistles. What I really need is that “yoke of ease.”
Acorns fall on my porch roof like shots from heaven, a gentle
breeze sends showers of leaves drifting down in the dark, a bell rings once
from some mysterious place in my woods and I exclaim out loud to the darkness, “Well
God aren’t You something.” He responds, “What
about that moon last night?” I gently
smile at His bangles and beads.
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