Empty hands or handful?
Flakes of Mica © 2002 K.F. “Kevin” Corbin We sat at a roadside pullout high in the mountains of British Columbia . We had stopped for breakfast about a half hour before and here on the mountaintop seemed to be the perfect place to do our morning devotions. Kathy grabbed a chair and her Bible and went off in one direction and I grabbed a chair, my Bible and the dog and went a little way off. Genni settled in at my feet as I read of mountains in the Old Testament, seated looking across the valley at more rocky mountaintops. The setting was ideal and a great place to commune with God. When I was done, I set my Bible down and took the dog for a short stroll. As we walked, we came across a rock pile that some road crew had cleaned off the road from a small rockslide. The pile glistened in the bright morning sunlight as the sun reflected off the large flakes of mica on the rocks. Fascinated, I picked up a large p...