This little guy sings to me as I'm laying in bed at night.
The smell, the crunch, the colour. Spectacular abundance of beauty.
There's been lots of picking going on around here lately!
And these two friends? They are gifts that I just can't imagine living without. God meets me very tangibly through them.
Again and again.
Patrice and I went for a little walk on Sunday and there was so much glory to behold. As usual I take a gazillion pictures, as if I haven't lived out here in the countryside for the past 12 years of my life.
But the beauty never gets old and I keep wanting to capture it...
He dances, He swirls, He claps His Hands and the heavens reveal His beauty.
No comments:
Post a Comment