Sometimes when we listen, we hear God speak. Tonight I finished watering my blueberry bushes and I turned to walk up on the back porch. I saw this in the western sky. It was late, and this picture doesn't do the color justice. I normally would take it in and rush on, but tonight, I took it in along with a deep cleansing breath. I whispered "God, it's so pretty." I was quiet for a few minutes. I was listening to the crickets and ever so quietly, in a still small voice He whispered back. "I know the plans that I have for You. Plans to bring you a hope and a future."
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