Unplugged from the news, the nasty noise of blame, I am well placed, with ears to hear what the Spirit is singing. The sweet symphony of a gentle breeze rustling through the trees beckons my consideration of Who blows this unseen wind?

The world is quick to finger point at science, to cast a spell about man made assumptions. Such untruths befall me not—– I remain unaffected by the turbulence of unsolved mysteries. Like a placid pond, unruffled by the current buzz of discord, I embrace the lush hush with ears tuned to Truth. Slowed down, I am refreshed by that still small voice. God still speaks to those with ears to hear. ❤️

Matthew 25:10-13 “while they were on their way to buy the oil, the Bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with Him to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut. “Later the others also came. ‘Lord, Lord,’ they said, ‘open the door for us!’ “But He replied, ‘Truly I tell you, I don’t know you.’ “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.” AMEN