Your Story -Your Narrative

Izabella had a spatial view from atop the cliff overlooking the flowing river below, from her vantage position she observed  that the rocks  had cut deeply overtime into smaller rounded shapes around the lake, some with flat edges like benches which serves as rest point for travelers going up and down the meandering pathways  up the mountain. She mused quietly observing the scenery and equate it to the many seasons of our lives, the lake becomes an anchor, a rest point, to continue the process, life is always foward moving. She had began to see God as light and love  a force greater but always in the detail of things which brings an awareness, a message that surrounds us at all times, these can be profound warnings, or an assurance of a prophetic nature which comes through a message of some sort; an innocent utterance, from a friend or a stranger, even a child.  Perhaps, that song with beautiful lyrics may just be more than just a song after all. How...