Saturday, March 2, 2019

Dear God,

I stood at the window and watched the snow flakes fall, zillions of tiny designs falling to the ground to cover the earth in exquisite beauty.  Endeared to your side when snow falls, I think of your amazing work on the cosmos, the color and texture, the objects of infinite quality, quantity and uniqueness.  Who but you could design the earth, the universe, space and its outer limits.

When we look into the mirror, we witness our own unique design.  We are beautiful no matter the flaws and imperfections, we are made by the Creator and we are special in your sight.

As we reflect upon your hand in the world, we fall to our knees in thanksgiving.  Who but you, O Lord, could achieve so much rare wonderment?

You are God;
there is none
like you.
Help us consider
your work,
your holy work,
O God,
and make us
thankful and
desirous of praise.
We are
your handiwork,
your very
own handiwork.
All praise
to you,
Holy God,
all praise.

Love, Andrea