Whistling

All along the seashore, you can see the sands glistening in the sunshine. It is not often that I look at the sands; I tend to look more at the water itself. Today, however, I could not help but look at the sands, and at each grain as it laid bare its soul to the blazing sun. Tomorrow, there will be more sun, and the next day, and the next. Blazing sunshine warms the heart and soul of a city. I cannot help but whistle when the sun shines brightly. When the sun is shining, our God is smiling, and I too must smile.

I sometimes thought that when there is no sunshine, God must be sad, but I know now that he smiles even when there is no sunshine. He whistles even when the rain is falling. He sings even when the storm is brewing, and he loves, even when the heart is hating. He is, even when there is no being, and he was, even when there was no is. He, our God, our Creator, he is unchanging evermore, is eternal, is omnipotent, is unchanging evermore.

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