The sun came shimmering up through the trees on the distant horizon this morning,
white against a warm peach sky.
Beyond our house, east toward the sunrise, is a valley stretching up to distant hills,
and though the landscape is constant, the view is always changing.
Earlier this week, the trees were covered with frost, glistening with iridescent diamonds.
white against a warm peach sky.
Beyond our house, east toward the sunrise, is a valley stretching up to distant hills,
and though the landscape is constant, the view is always changing.
Earlier this week, the trees were covered with frost, glistening with iridescent diamonds.
Sometimes the trees stand out in stark relief, outlined by fog.
At other times, the sky takes center stage, displaying its brilliant colors.
We've watched wave after wave of blackbirds fill the sky in swift migration,
or a lone vulture soar on the breeze.
A procession of seasons washes over the hills.
It lifts our thoughts to God, fills our eyes with wonder, and our hearts with gratitude.
or a lone vulture soar on the breeze.
A procession of seasons washes over the hills.
It lifts our thoughts to God, fills our eyes with wonder, and our hearts with gratitude.
Many, O Lord my God,
are the wonders You have done.
The things You planned for us
no on can recount to You;
were I to speak and tell of them,
they would be too many to declare.
Psalm 40:5
