Show us the Ancient Paths, lead us to eternal highways.

Psalm 127
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.
It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord , the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth.
Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

Psalm 132:4-5,7
I will not give sleep to my eyes or slumber to my eyelids, until I find a place for the Lord , a dwelling place for the Mighty One of Jacob…
Let us go to his dwelling place; let us worship at his footstool!

A place our Father invited me into His Garden. He held my tiny hand and had a walk with me. His footsteps were comforting and assuring.

Photographs taken @Mesilau Resort, Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia, 2000 feet above ground.