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The tears streamed down my face as if the floodgates had opened. I just sat there ... staring at the cover for what seemed like an eternity.

In the wee hours of the morning while the sun has yet to appear, I hear them. Outside my window a chorus of birds are singing. Not just a few, but a grand choir echoing through the trees.

The past few days have brought cloudy skies and rain showers to our dessert home. I have to say, I do love a good Arizona storm: the billowing clouds, the pitter-patter of the drops against the windows, and the rolling thunder with flashes of light; the rain brings such refreshment to our dry dwelling.

As I woke up early and sat down to read I thought, “I have some time this morning to write an inspirational post and maybe even take a picture of my coffee mug and Bible with the twinkling lights of the tree in the background. This will be the perfect snapshot to accompany my unrushed morning thoughts.”

A rainy week in Arizona gave opportunity for the bow to appear.

This day brought relief as he left his home and walked the dusty road to the temple. He replayed the scenes of the past two days over and and over in mind. Arrested, tried, beaten, and crucified; he had witnessed it all.