Friday, March 25, 2011
In A Word: Reaching
On the final trip back home, I was walking with my head down when I heard a rustling sound above. I looked up and although nothing was there, something did catch my eye. The sun was setting and the light was touching the tops of the trees at just the right angle. For the first time, which is kind of funny, I realized that all of the trees around me were reaching upward toward the sky. In a Hallelujah, arms lifted high, the trees were reaching up and giving glory to God the Father. I was too busy looking down; instead of looking up asking God to be my strength. He is all we need, all He asks is that we come to Him for help.