Foreword
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Jer 29:11 (KJV)
No this is the story of the boy who becomes a man with each step and misstep he takes. This is a story of growing and learning; of eyes that see the depth of God’s Creative Beauty, and yet the poverty of man’s lowly ambitions; of ears that hear the song of springtime, yet sense the cold of Winter; of fingers that touch the petal of a rose, yet feel the sting of a tiny emerald bee. God’s thoughts for us are like that. If we listen we can in fact hear His gentle whisper. It is there in His Creation, there in those who pass this time on earth ahead of us, there in the sudden end to other’s existence on this little orb of the universe, and there among the spreading galaxies above, with waves of distant stars fading into mere clouds in our limited vision, but God’s wisdom spreads ever outward, and the boy knows it somehow. His story is how he reaches out and touches the handiwork God has provided.
For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; Romans 1:20 (KJV)
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