There’s something magical about the morning after a rainy night. As I drive through the city this morning, beauty jumps out at me at every corner.
I suddenly see the beauty in every unturned leaf, in every unexplored wilderness, in every rain washed stone, and in every pointed blade of grass.
As I look closer, they are transformed into a silent choir. Silently, gloriously pointing toward our Savior.
They are singing a silent symphony of praise to their Creator. Shouting, although we can’t audibly hear it. Are you listening?
Can you imagine if the stones did cry out in praise to our Savior? Can you imagine what that choir would sound like? A million praising voices with their tongues suddenly unleashed!
Can you imagine? What glory that would be! What glory it will be in heaven someday…
Be blessed<3
