Disentangle from the daily and re-anchor in the Divine.
Amidst all this power and beauty I was chastised. Who am I to stand by the sea and clamor for alteration of the agenda? I can at most catch a glimpse of what God is accomplishing and sustaining. The breadth and width and depth of His orchestration is far vaster than the piddling musings of my imagination.
The rocky pillow where Jacob placed his head turned out to be the hidden doorstep of heaven.
When Lot was given a choice, he opted for what looked like Eden.
We can get so consumed with serving Jesus that we stop seeing Jesus.
Strong towers don’t mean much to us in modern times.
I remember thinking the scent was overwhelming, and then, suddenly, I didn’t smell donuts any longer.
Zacchaeus’ desperation and devotion caught the attention of the Messiah, and Jesus rearranged His important plans to sit with such a dedicated man.