The many
rivers in the city in “the city by the sea” 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, interesting surprises float by and it is all leading to a point
I cannot see beyond the horizon. God of All Creation, You never cease
depositing, withdrawing and leading me forward. I love Your wonderful and mysterious ways Sweet Lord.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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