Dynamic Nighttime Air over the Cenacle Parking Lot
This is a photograph—much enhanced—of the Metairie Cenacle parking lot at night. But whether the depiction is literal or not, doesn't the air sometimes seem alive with mystery?
In my distress I called upon the Lord;
to my God I cried for help.
From his temple he heard my voice,
and my cry to him reached his ears.
He rode on a cherub, and flew;
he came swiftly upon the wings of the wind.
He brought me out into a broad place;
he delivered me, because he delighted in me.(Psalm 18: 6, 10, 19)
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Your blog is awesome. I feel God's essence.
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