He is...

In the hours when our sun is high, and the heat curves our horizon, He is the kind coolness under the arms of the Willow trees.

When our land is dry, and the dust testifies to the cracks on our surface, He is a healing summer rain that soothes our scorched souls.

When we bare long days in the heat of our valleys, He is the rest in the gentle mountain breeze of the evening.

To the thirst of all that is alive on and within our soil, He is the fresh streams of living water that sustains us.

And when the season comes and the cold seeps into our bones, He is the comfort to our pain like the winter sun and the evening fire.

On the long and treacherous roads that we walk, He is the tender and soft place to rest our weary hearts.

To the darkness that comes against us He is the power of the storm, the depth of the ocean and the force of the wind. He is the weight of the mountains, the heat of the fire and the endlessness of the heavens.

But to us, He is the colour of spring, the crisp of the air in a new morning and the beauty of the valleys. He is the songs of the forest, the wonder of the night sky and the calmness of the lakes.

For the lost He is home, for the lonely He is a friend and for the broken He is healing. For the dead He is life, for the sinner He is grace and for those who truly love Him, He is salvation.

God bless you,

Miryna van As