A persistent chorus of Alleluias summon tears to my eyes. I turn my head to hide from those around me on the bus and soak in the sound. The industrial district of Seattle rushes past my window and I find beauty in the miles of train tracks and cargo cars stretching out below.
I am in wide-eyed wonder. It’s a smile, not a scowl. This moment is small but not insignificant. It’s been so long since I felt His presence, so long since I reminded myself of His unchanging character. It is natural to attribute human emotion to Him but He is not human, He is divine and He wears a smile, not a scowl. I sit with that thought a minute and thank Jesus. Love makes me feel alive.
Undertaking the translation of music and art into graphic design for the good of people and the beautification of things seen and unseen