Standing at Bald River Falls, its roaring cascades misting my face, I simultaneously sensed my minuscule smallness and God’s magnificent greatness.
Then my gaze focused on the remains of two tree trunks mid-falls . . . it was as though they were trying to hold back the tumultuous flow . . . how so often like my prideful, minuscule resistance to do things my way in lieu of yielding to God’s magnificence and plans for my life.
“God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.”(1 Peter 5)
. . . soooo . . .
“Give all your worries and care to God, for He cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)
Standing at Bald River Falls, the words of my old German grandmother echoed through the liquid thunder . . . “Freddy, you’re too soon old and too late smart” 😊
Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!
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