When Crickets Cry

by Charles Martin

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

And God? He’s in these hills because we are. No matter how far you run, you can’t shake Him.

You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

if anything in this universe reflects the fingerprint of God, it is the human heart.