Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. .
The ground that you stand on holds you so tenderly. The air that you breathe enters your temple so reverently. The sunlight that falls upon you has come far to embrace you. The birds that sing want you to know something. The universe cherishes you and the Spirit who creates it cherishes you. The trees that surround you even in winter raise their hands in praise. God does not need vaporous angels to convey blessing or utter delight to you. Every step you take, the ground answers up to your feet, “Yes.” “Yes.” “Yes.” Even your grave embraces you, eyes shut, holding you close.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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