The rivers in the city where I’ve lived most of my life are tidal. Each day
they rise and fall, widen and narrow, providing a constantly changing panorama.
Every tidal cycle quietly deposits new debris on their banks and lifts away
what had been previously dropped by. In many ways, my whole life is tidal.
People come and go, problems and blessings arrive unannounced then slip away
and interesting surprises float by. Lord of All Creation, You never cease
depositing and withdrawing. I love Your ways.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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