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In the waning light I steeled my eyes to look towards a grassy knoll for a backdrop of deep green color. The last rays of sunlight reflected off tiny bodies of insects flying back and forth in a dance of joy I long to feel in my soul. To fly in and out amongst their gathered body, trusting each and every one of themselves, knowing none would crash against each other causing pain.
Such examples of the heavenly Father’s natural designs of nature fascinate me. I long to stop being an observer of possibilities and I ache to be a participant.