Hello Shining Soul!
Dearheart, are you as touched by nature as Habakkuk? The full and striking moon has left me awestruck by The Creator’s glory. Tiny blooms unfold for Him in whole praise “He is risen”!
Brown crunchy grass refills with life and reach to Him to bring Him honor, “He is risen”!
A sudden song burst from returning bird life “He is risen”!
The energy of puppies rolling rough and tumble and licking fresh faces “He is risen”!
The earth is pulsing all around “He is risen”!
And, a fantastic awe settles in pondering His Majesty.
Perhaps, yes perhaps, I will just sit in his presence a while.
You too? Yeah. I thought so.
Sit.
Stay.

‘The mountains see You and shudder; a downpour of water sweeps by. The deep roars with its voice and lifts its waves high. Sun and moon stand still in ⌊their⌋ lofty residence, at the flash of Your flying arrows, at the brightness of Your shining spear.’ (Habakkuk 3:10, 11 HCSB)