As I wait for the bus to arrive, I am usually met with smoke and heat coming from different vehicles.
I’d gloom around and feel irritated.
Until I look at the sky and catch my breath.
God is here.
God is here. In the dark, in the mundane ordinary life, while I’m doing the most irrelevant thing. He is there, watching and waiting to be noticed, acknowledged, praised, remembered.
Hello, Lord.
I smile. I sigh.
When will I put God first?
As the bus draws near, I say goodbye to the sky and whisper a prayer of thanks to Yahweh.
There’s always something good in everyday. I hope I don’t miss out on it.
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