
Oh that I may have eyes to see not only the beauty in nature, which You put there, but also to see You in that moment, to trace Your fingerprint, to know You more.
You who are beautiful, may I see You more. May others see You through me.
Good stuff seems to come from outta the blue, or out of the orange! (Orange is good---who knew?) "Out of an orange-colored, purple-striped, pretty green polka-dotted sky!"
3 comments:
Amen.
Nice Elena!
Mr.
Thanks, Zach!
That's something I noticed quickly after the Lord gave the gift of salvation. I was no longer able to see the beauties of nature with the same eyes. I look at a sunrise or sunset and know I am looking at the handiwork of the greatest artist of all. Neither am I any longer able to look up at a star filled night sky without feeling a huge sense of awe - and it happens every time I look.
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