Light breaking through the clouds over the Sea of Galilee The waters of my soulare delicately moving,sloshing against the edgesof my consciousness. I can feel Godmovingwithin me. Is His powerful hand,like a net,scooping up all that dirtiesand sullies? Is He riding a stormin a little fishing boat,sleeping on a cushion? Is He walking on the water,hand outstretched,Asking me to join Him? Or is He sittingon the rockof my identitygazing out on the waters,admiring what He has created? O my soul,behold your Creator.... Read more