mural

It's nights like these.
When the full moon casts it's brilliance through my window and illuminates select areas of my little bedroom. When shadows paint a mural and honesty embraces anxiety. When things are shifting and change is imminent.





And I lay still. Overwhelmed and grateful for another opportunity to praise my Savior through the reminder of His heavenly light. Looking to Him as the Father of this gift, and resting secure in His promise not to change like the mural of shadows on my wall.


Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17