holy handiwork.

We wonder.
More signs. More proof. More hat tricks.
Bored, we say Ho-hum and replace the remark-
able with the regular, the unbelievable with the antici-
pated. Science and statistics wave their unmagic wand
across the face of life, squelching the oos and aahs and
replacing them with formulas and figures.

We live in an art gallery of divine creativity and yet
are content to gaze only at the carpet.

So the next time you hear a baby laugh or see am
ocean wave, take note. Pause and listen.

Pause and listen is the only thing you need to be concerned with is really just listening to those internal and external whispers that will shroud over you. As it shrouds over you, hear for yourself ever so gently to your body these two words,”I’m here.”