How magnificently obvious and roaring is the Majestic power of God.
A plane had flown from east to west, leaving a trail of disturbance. A disturbance that was never intended to be, in the beginning.
But God, in his Magnificent and Glorious Strength, diffused the wake of man’s tiny triumph into a painting beyond the imagination.
So it is this morning, as I begin my day. So is his glorious promise, when the Day of God dawns. The tiny triumphs of man will be diffused. They will not be found among the Glorious Beauty which is Jesus the Christ of God!
By His Grace