Thursday, February 1, 2018

Dear God,

The mountains sing your praise.  They rise up in the white of day and the dark of night and there they sing their song.

I was awash with gratitude and joy as I gazed upon the winter beauty of the Pennsylvania mountains.  The light dusting of snow upon the millions of tree branches nearly took my breath away.  It was creation at its finest.

I am always humbled by the amazing artistry of your creation.  Who am I that I have the opportunity to witness your magnificent work?  Yet, there it stands for all to see!

Blessed God,
thank you
for the majesty
of your
created work.
Thank you
for eyes
to see it.
Thank you
for faith
to see
its deep dimensions.

Love, Andrea