One of the school playing fields is a block from our home. Some mornings the mist lays heavily on it.
It has always fascinated Chickie and me. One morning, on the way to school when she was a little girl, I pulled the car over so she could run through the mist.
"What was it like?", I asked her as she got back into the car.
"It smelled like spring rain, Mama!", she said.
A special memory. A beautiful, mysterious, wonderful occurrence. Created for us, by the One Who loves us.
It invokes worship, doesn't it?
Have a blessed day!
Carol
Joining Charlotte for Spiritual Sundays!
12 comments:
Pretty special indeed. Love your photos and love the memory shared.
Carol -- what a wonderful memory for you both. Your photos are fabulous :)
Blessings!
Gail
Carol, I have been missing you. I love fog and enjoyed your images. hugs♥O
Love mornings like this, and what a beautiful memory.
Thanks for sharing.
Sue
If only more of us would stop in our tracks and spontaneously run through the mist, fog, wind. Wonderfully uplifting post!
Oh Carol, I want to run through the mist and feel all "springy" like a child. What a wonderful post. Your photos capture it beautifully.
And yes, indeed. It does invoke worship.
How pretty. We woke up to fog this morning...which I know will bring a beautiful sunny day!
I smile when I think of you watching your daughter run through the mist and asking her to describe it. Awesome parenting! Great pics.
I love this picture and thinking of being there...walking through the mist....iaesome. And I just love that special memory.
Thank you for sharing this precious memory with us.
Blessings,
Charlotte
Carol, it really is beautiful and does invoke worship. God is AWESOME in his wonder.
XO,
Sheila
Thank you for sharing that memory with me. So much of God's creation brings me to worship and I loved reading about a small girl and her mother seeing a spring rain in the midst.
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