Monday, January 31, 2022

Dear God,

Today I drove 598 miles.  No matter in which state I traveled, no matter the direction, no matter whether gray, misty or sunny skies, I found you in the center of all your creation.  I couldn't help singing How Great Thou Art.  

Part of the reason I travel from Indiana to Maine in January is to gaze upon the wonder of your creation.  It is as if creation is singing your praise while showing your glory to all who travel.  Although I am the only one whose hand is on the wheel, I can't help looking upon all you have created.  It is all a wonder to me.  At one point I wanted to pull the car to the side of the mountain highway, cry out to all who joined me on the road and pause to give thanks together.

Hills and valleys, mountains, road and highways, cities, town, rural communities, lakes, farmlands, and tiny burgs all seem to say the same thing about you.  They each and all give praise!

Thank you,

Holy God,

for the beauty

of your creation.

Thank you

for the

safe drive

and all

who drive safely

on the highways

and byways

of our country.

Thank you

for this

wondrous winter season.

Thank you,

Majestic God,

for nature

and all

she offers daily.

Love always, Andrea