Lately, I have been spreading my wings and trying to write short stories. So I begin with this beautiful photo ABOVE. One day an angel from heaven overheard a mother and her tiny child speaking as they walked through the forest. "Do you see those beautiful rays flowing down from heaven upon God's earth? Those are graces He gives us always, but sometimes like now, when the sun is waking up and peeking through the clouds and trees, we can see those graces. Yes, they flow down, but I feel like they can be thought of as a ladder-like daddy has to climb up. Up, up if only we could, like the birds we would see so far overall these treetops." The little angel was so happy to listen; the angel flew back to tell God how much they appreciated Him and His gift of grace. God said, "If only the entire world could be so wise. Peace would be the reward."
Hear the music of a piccolo; no a bird!
The sky opens up to allow Gods power seen.
Listen; thunder roaring like a lion.
Instantly the sun’s rays appear
Signaling peace restored.
All is well! The storm drifts on!
You have, as we all have had that inkling of God’s grace, small as it was, but, if we cooperate with it, it will grow and grow and grow. Pay attention to that inkling next time; who knows it might be your last chance at His grace.
God’s grace given to all; sometimes in the size of a mustard seed. Mustard seeds are the small round seeds of various mustard plants.
“Another parable He proposed unto them, saying: The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field.”
“It is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took and cast into his garden, and it grew and became a great tree, and the birds of the air lodged in the branches thereof.”