The Burning Bush

This morning I witnessed the glorious flyby of an eagle. While sitting in contemplative prayer, God has been revealing Himself to me through nature. A pessimist by nature, I am prone to lose hope that He still loves me. After all, sometimes (I confess) I do not love Him.

There were two of us within eyesight of the Eagle. The other man was walking aggressively north, along the shore of Lake Michigan. He missed the moment altogether. I almost called out for him to notice this occasion, but alas I was overcome by the delicious fruit of selfishness, choosing instead to savor the moment all to myself.

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