Somehow ... the moments become years ... The sweaty toddlers that whined around my knees are now big kids that I can converse with. The investment of long hours spent with them in diapers has transformed into beautiful relationships.Somehow ... the ashes turn to beauty ... The dirt and depression that lay at my doorstep for seven years stirred my soul to thirst for true meaning. The years in Indonesia brought me to discover jewels that now overflow my cup.
Somehow ... He notices the sparrows ... The nitty gritty methodical mundaness of our days ... are so much more. The tuning of the strings and grinding of the bow to Him is actually a symphony. He sees and hears it all.
Somehow ...