This morning, I gaze at a still and frost whitened landscape through the wrinkled century old pains of glass that grace my office windows. Round bales of corn fodder dot the fields and the steam from a corn dryer drifts effortlessly skyward. In my hand is a work of A.W. Tozer aptly named The Pursuit of Man It is hard not be thankful for such a setting and I pray I would never take the peace I feel at this moment for granted. May this book stir me in the midst of that peace.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 13:37:08 +0000
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