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We sat side by side on the picnic bench as the sun slipped silently toward the western skies. We sat there hardly daring to whisper.

Silence was all around us. It was as if the earth dare not to breath. Not a blade of grass moved. Not a leaf stirred. In the distance a turtle dove softly cooed her good night and overhead the cardinal called to us from the tree branch.

We just sat there, taking in the beauty of the clear skies, the little star, the stillness, as the sun disappeared and darkness, like a huge curtain, fell slowly down and engulfed us in total peace.

We jolted out of a deep sleep. Lightening flashed in through the windows, followed by a load clap of thunder. The wind blew, driving the rain against the pane. and our little world of peace was gone. In its place was a raging storm. All happened within a period of 12 hours. Our perfect world turned from perfect and peaceful to raging.

But we just laid there in the bed listening. We were not scared. We did not fear. We were at peace within our self's because we were in the house. We put faith in the four wall around us...and we laid there side by side...listening.

Isn't this a picture of life?  All is peace. All goes well. All is sunshine. And then all of a sudden the storm hits. It rages. It beats. It tries to change your whole being.

But you can "sleep". You can rest. You need not fear. You can know that the storm will leave, the sun will shine again, and the cardinal will sing from the tree branch.  Because you know in your heart that God is up in that clear blue sky somewhere. You know that He is looking down and He is in control of your little life, your little heart, and He cares for you. You know that you can snuggle close to Him and you can rest. So you sleep.

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  1. His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches over me <3

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