Sometimes change is standing still,
out in the middle of nowhere watching the breeze comb through the sky, sitting down at the banks of river, tip, the scales of grace- while the waters are flowing and the green grass tickles the heels of ivory sand.
Lay down in the coolness of the day being loved in all that God made watching me, and me watching God and God walking in the silence
and silence blowing back a smile in my direction . that’s how I knew I was something God made and God was there eavesdropping goodness …~kindness sister Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
Your title reminded of Zora Neale Hurston’s fantastic book, Their Eyes Were Watching God. Beautiful and uplifting post.
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God eavesdropping goodness will be my touchstone for the day.
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Amen ❤
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A glorious ode to one of my favorite books of all time!
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yes indeed!!! same here ❤
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