The moon hangs stubbornly in its space several hours after the dawn. It is nearly full, I notice.
It gets me thinking — during my morning drive — about the waxing and waning. And the way the moon looks different depending on the day.
And then I remember. The moon is always full. Only my view of it changes.
As I begin my days of Dwelling in His presence, I pray I will keep Him always in full view. And know when I am seeing anything less, that I need to adjust my sight.