Sometimes in the greyness of days, one after another, life becomes as clear as it can be. It seems to be still enough to think about seeing, to say, “Did you see what you see?”. As if the grey of the world gives me time to see the color of my own life. I am gifted with stillness and quietness, the last home at a long, dead-end, nicked out in the forest, a small plot, bound by a mountain behind and the river in front. Life is a grand experience, truly, “a stage.” Oh, but what a stage. I guess this is what I see, the most profound seeing I am constantly seeing, the natural world “stage.” And what does the stage cause me to perform, what does it prompt me to be, to say, to believe?
“Oh what a Savior.”
“Once I was straying in sin’s dark valley
No hope within could I see
They searched through heaven
And they found a Saviour
To save a poor lost soul like me
Oh, what a Saviour! Oh, hallelujah.
