Brushstrokes of blue that bleeds into an array of pinks and oranges. The crystal canvas of creation is kissed with golden beams of warm sunshine. The light reflects onto the placid water that is so clear it looks as if I could just place a foot on it and-- A bird flies overhead. A reminder of my freedom and His provision. I am rescued. If mere sparrows in the sky can thrive here, how much more will my Abba, Father provide for me. Crunch! The gravel trail begins beneath my feet and leads me back home. God, let me be like the tree planted by the stream Let me planted firm in the soil of your love Allow my heart to rest in you and my soul to delight in your ways Lead me home Remind me daily of your mercy and peace And let me never pass by your creation without letting it inspire me.
Choosing joy along the way