God’s messages seem to come in threes for Teresa, and in the little creatures of nature.
At 8,500 feet up there was no breeze, no sound at all. It was a stillness and quiet I had never quite experienced before.
Nature often becomes a metaphor for our lives of faith. In this post, it’s in the cuttings of a bonsai tree.
Does God redeem the rest of the natural world? What if we humans were not as superior as we thought?
In a struggle to stop doing and to just “be” in her brokenness, Dorothy Dingle found God’s grace in some cracked shells on the beach.
The gorgeous fall colours of the leaves are a result of their dying. It’s a reminder of the beauty in the cycles of life and can remind us to take a look at our own time-limited life.
Cara Callbeck didn’t expect chasing her dog in the rain would lead to so much grace!
Sometimes the smallest messengers bring the most important messages.
Can we find God in something new age like the Sedona vortexes? I did.