Constant
I looked up into the dawn sky. The sky was a crisp pastel clear blue at 6.40 a.m. The thin cresent had a distinct edge around it. Against the relatively bright sky it was reflecting the light from the sun with a sharpness. Venus, a handspan away, was glistening like a diamond. What struck me was this crispness set against the cloudless morning sky. The sun is the reason they shine. The only sustaining source of power.
Sometimes pain foreshadows our faith–our spiritual vision. It clouds us. But beyond this pain lies a constant.
The Son.
Look up!
