I watched the sun take the sky from the evening, it was taking over the day.
It became less beautiful but captivating all the same.
My typical steps were interrupted
By morning today, it was an unavoidable display.
The clouds were thick and shaded grey, layered like a trifle in a pretty “get together” bowl.
I walked outside to watch the movement, a sort of shift towards the right and then I turned to look for more.
Up above the peak of the roof, I found it.
The crescent was shining, fuzzy from the gradient atmospheric filters.
I found it again.
My fascination with the sky, my willing and wistful on purpose bend towards deepness.
It is resurfacing, the blinders of circumstance and cynicism causing constant complaining,
They’re falling off, filtering my embrace again of my God.
Of his grace, His keeping me, helping me, being again, my rescue.
“I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life.”
Psalms 121:1-7 ESV
Writing prompted by the word “Deep” and thinking of a question my sister asked last week. She saw my gaze in an old photo I shared and wondered “whatcha thinkin ‘about?”
I answered, “Ain’t no tellin’.”
Linking up with others here: http://fiveminutefriday.com/2018/11/29/fmf-link-up-deep/