It is another near perfect evening in Georgia, and the time of year when meteoric activity is at its zenith. Flaming, random debris flash like tracers across the August sky. Next Tuesday is supposed to be busiest night for the galactic travelers, and Sandy and I are hoping the weather forecast will change -- a cloud covering of 80% is predicted. If the night is clear, we are going to find a dark, quiet place away from all artificial light, and fix our eyes on galaxies far-far away. Hopefully, we will be eye witnesses to this heavenly phenomenon. Meteor showers are just one of the many freebies from Our magnanimous God. In eternity past, His thoughts turned to words, and His words set the universe into its courses. Wonders that take our breath away are ours to contemplate.
Tonight the cicadas are fully engaged in their rhythmic chatter, and crickets scattered long the tree line are talking to one another. Nights are for dreaming, and my bucket list (things I want to do before I kick the bucket) is a collection of visions that take me to rugged places of wild and natural beauty. Our Creator intended for us to enjoy such panoramas, and even wants to be our personal tour Guide. In my dreams there are also people awaiting the arrival of Evangel, and they will not hear unless someone goes. As the years fly by, Sandy and I lean more and more toward a minimalist lifestyle, and a global outlook. Our view of God, which was at one time small and anemic, has expanded gloriously, and we are making it our goal to urge others out to the edges of God's immense kingdom. We believe there is a big frontier in front of us, and that there are many who suppress a latent, pioneer spirit. Multiplied thousands of God's people just need to hear someone say . . .
Let's follow our Leader into the glorious unknown . . .This is the greatest journey that the human heart will ever see . . .The love of God will take us far beyond our wildest dreams . . .This is what we were created for. ~ Stephen Curtis Chapman