Monday, December 26, 2011

His Mighty Wings

It was unusually bright on a late December day after Christmas. I decided to go for a walk along the shores of Lake Ontario. After about an hour, I found myself on a mound of grass overlooking the cold, blue water. The rays of the sun felt like warm, gentle shower on my face.

After the tail of the last duck disappeared around the bend, I realized that I managed to lose the rest of the world, just for a little while. The stillness moved me to get down on my knees to pray.

As soon as I asked to hear His voice, I heard a loud flapping sound above me.  I looked up and saw a big white bird with some mighty wings burst into the sky.

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