Can you see God is writing on his vast canvas? I wonder what He's thinking as that sun is going down over Haugesund city.
Maybe He's tired of His children trying to become gods themselves?
"One more step and I'll have the sun under my feet."
How tired He must be of me, never being content, always craving for more, more. I have all a woman could ask for; my dear family, a home, few, but dear friends, sight, hearing, books, food, music. Then I went to buy a lottery ticket to win more money.
I had this weird idea, I so wanted to buy a house for my husband.
Suddenly my eyesight was disturbed, not only spiritually, but physically.
Now I see what I could not see; that all the money in the world cannot replace my eyes, nor any of the above mentioned blessings.
So teach us to number our days, that we may get us a heart of wisdom.