Created things can be the stuff that God uses to speak to us.
It is a nice, breezy day at the lake.
Look beyond to the forest at the opposite side. See the snow peeking out from them in the distant hills.
The sound of the contuous waves washing onshore give a continuity in rhythm.
The sun peers out from more passing clouds, earning my hands.
It is a fine getaway that I can always return to by this entry.
No comments:
Post a Comment