Dry to Rainy

The light fills my eyes and overflows my heart. I can imagine how easy it is for some to worship the creation instead of its Creator. Closing my eyes improves my perspective as I imagine The One who created, creates, and shall create. I can’t imagine. I can’t. Can’t.

The backyard is recovering from too much light, its heat, and the absence of rain. Dry season is ending and rainy season is beginning. Browns are being replaced my greens, the mangos are ripe, the pixbae are on the way, and the dried earth sponges up every last drop of liquid life. The backyard is growing.

Worship the Creator, not his creation – He’ll still be long after this creation is no more. He IS.