Shift the Atmosphere

My hardest kid, that one that keeps me pressed into Jesus with much desperation, ran into the house yelling, "Momma, grab your phone, you gotta see this, take a picture!" 

The heavens do declare the work of His hands and even those who don't have their feet planted on the rock can still have their breath taken away by the majesty of a painted sky. 

I wonder, we being His grandest of creation, we who will do even greater things than He did when He walked here, we who are the temple of the Spirit of God, I wonder how often we walk into a room and take another's breath away. 

Does everything change when we enter, does the atmosphere shift, do we take the light of hope into a desperate situation in such a majestic way that even non-believers feel in their bones that we are different?