The Vacant Nest: Imparting Courage, Declaring God‘s Greatness
All last night the wind whipped our house. In the wee hours of the morning, rain, like buckets of water, hurled against my bedroom window. Surely, it could not have survived the storm, I thought as I opened the blinds. My eyes searched bare branches of the tall red maple in our backyard. Oh no! It isn’t there! It’s been through so much. Now it’s gone. Probably blown against someone’s fence or lodged under a bush somewhere. But I couldn’t stop searching. My eyes continued to s
