Tired Eyes, Weary Ears
Everything just makes us tired.
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works" (Psalm 26.7, KJV)
Everything just makes us tired.
Carved lanterns in the night.
Last one standing.
What’s so scary about skeletons?
“I’ve loved you.” Yes, but how?
Some things are beyond our abilities alone.
To rebuild or to make new?
The future is not set.
…and the idols forged.
What does God sound like?