The first hue of dawn tints the edges of the sky like a water color canvas. You're burrowed in a mound of too warm blankets desiring to hibernate like a woodland creature. Resigning yourself you yawn, stretch then peek open your eyes wondering, "What amazing inspiration shall the world bring to me today." The earth hums back "We shall see."
Sunday, October 26, 2014
A Mighty Fortress is our God.
God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. --Martin Luther
Many blessings to you on this fine autumn day--Kate
No comments:
Post a Comment