“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched- they must be felt with the heart.”
― Helen Keller
(the setting of the sun in a December Georgia evening sky / Julie Cook / 2014)
Does He give us His very best at the start of each day?
The time when our senses are the most fresh and keen?
Does He give us His very best at the noonday hour?
The time when we begin to lose our steam, seeking a needed jolt to make it through the day?
Or does He save His very best for the end of each passing day?
When our eyes are weary and our senses dulled, when our strength is gone
and our hearts are low?
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