The heavens declare the glory of God. They cannot be muted,
even on a day like today, when thick grey clouds hang low and heavy, when rain
slashes the air. We need the rain. Thank you, Lord.
May I declare the glory of God in all I do and am and say today.
May I not be muted, even if things aren’t exactly as I would want. God works
everything out for good; he never stops loving and never leaves us to navigate
our paths alone.
So grateful, even on a grey Monday morning.
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