Tuesday, September 21, 2010


I have been marveling at flying things lately.  Flocks of birds from bushes in the mountains.  A hawk above hills by a lake.  Cranes landing on a riverbank.  Dragonflies just overhead along the sidewalk.  Butterflies in my garage.  Grasshoppers along hot summer paths.  Mayflies and houseflies and wasps and bees and millers landing on walls and ceilings and bouncing their ways along.

Paper airplanes.  Jets.  Helicopters.

Bats.  Pterodons.

"Who am I?  That the voice that calmed the sea would call out through the rain and calm the storm in me?" - Casting Crowns

To God be all glory.