“Morning has broken like the first morning; blackbird has spoken like the first bird … mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning…” From an old hymn.
Those were my granddaughter’s words on facebook yesterday moning.
Each day is new and holds the promise of fresh wonder. Miracles are like snowflakes on a wintry day. They’re all around us, appearing normal – but if examined – revealing the careful crafting of God’s hand.
If God can put such sunshine in the heart of my beloved granddaughter – if He can gift every snowflake that falls with an original design – then I know that He can prepare a home for me.
I trust Him.