Wings of the Wind (Out from Egypt #3)

by Connilyn Cossette

I blinked at the dichotomy. These Hebrews ate the most mouthwatering food every single day and yet it had become mundane to them. They had forgotten the pleasure of its taste and texture. Bread was supplied from the heavens each day, but they were blind to the amazing miracle of it.

He had swept up the ugly chaff of my life, burned it away, and somehow what was left was worth more than I could ever imagine. The depths of such mercy astounded me.

If readers get anything from my books, I hope that it is a desire to taste the Word again and regain that sense of wonder about the mystery of a God who desires his children to be fed from its nourishment daily. May it never be mundane to us, or a drudgery, to collect the freely given treasures tucked between its pages.