A
feather lays upon the ground, proof that Tender Care has passed by.
A
path, well trodden, is witness to the many who are loved by Him.
Tears
splattered on the table are evidence of His nearness.
Ripe
fruit, plucked, reminders of the Vine Himself.
It
matters not what I behold, He has been here. He is present.
I
witness Him.
“For
since the creation of the world, God's invisible qualities... have
been clearly seen...” Romans 1:20
Oh,
that my eyes would be opened to clearly see Him more.
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