God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars -
Monday, June 13, 2016
My eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O LORD; I spread out my hands to you. Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, Are your wonders known in the darkness? But I, O LORD, cry out to you; in the morning my prayer comes before you. - Excerpts from Psalm 88, a Psalm of Lament.