Conversations from the skies

I was traveling home to New Mexico a few weeks back, and as I was sitting back looking out over the beautiful landscape, talking with God…

                        We are so small, I stand in awe of You.

Staring out of my plane window my feeble eyes

Cannot see anything below except land.

Not Your sparrow, Not a sky scraper and

Yet You Lord, You see me. You know me.

As I look at shadows cast across the plains

Made by clouds-

I think ‘Lord, Lord if we are but your footstool

If this is beneath heaven…’ my tiny mind

cannot begin to comprehend eternity in Your

light! Your power goes on forever this will

all surely pass away and you remain ….

                            And you have picked me.

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