Lift off at Reno Hot Air Balloon Show, 2007
Good Morning
On the wall of a concentration camp, are carved these words:
I believe in the sun, even though it doesn’t shine.
I believe in love, even when it isn’t shown.
I believe in God, even when He doesn’t speak.
I try to envision a skeletal hand gripping broken glass or stone to cut into that wall; eyes squinting through the darkness as he carved each letter. Whose hand cut such a conviction? Whose eyes saw good in such horror? There’s only one answer: eyes that chose to see the unseen.
Paul wrote in 2 Corinthians 4:18, “We set our eyes not on what we see but on what we cannot see. What we see will last only a short time, but what we cannot see will last forever.”
When tragedy strikes, we too, are left to choose what we see: the hurt or the Healer. The choice is ours!
From He Still Moves Stones, Max Lucado
Looking to Jesus . . . Today
With my prayers, desiring yours, Leslie
Thoughts of Grace 