Monday, September 4, 2023

Dear God,

As we drove through the Pocono Mountains on our way back home, I could only think of you.  Who paints the morning?  Who makes the forests reach for heaven?  Who creates the mountains, lakes and rivers?  No one provides awe-inspiring scenes like you, Great Artist of the Cosmos!

Although I was driving, when I saw something beautiful, I thought of you.  When I saw the mountains, I thought of you.  When I viewed placid lakes, I thought of you.  When I gazed upon colorful trees, flowers and bushes, I thought of you.  No matter where we turn, O God, you are there.

Thank you,

Eternal God,

for the gift

of your

living presence.

Thank you

for revealing yourself

through nature.

Thank you

for being

as close

as our breath.

Yours, Andrea