i’m hanging out at the beach this week, hoping for a fresh filling of Him. what i love best about the seashore is the storms. though the angry clouds are often a precursor, the bolts of electricity still surprise.
grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness. it strikes us when we walk thru the dark valley of meaningless and empty life…it strikes us when, year after year, the longed for perfection does not appear, when the old compulsions reign within us as they have for decades, when despair destroys all joy and courage. yeah, that’s when grace strikes….ragamuffin
Posted by Anonymous on July 29, 2009 at 5:00 PM
Great post Roy! Oh how I miss your regular postings. It’s not the quantity that matters, right? And I’ve GOT to get me one of those iphones! Awesome picture!