As I sit in the hammock swing, I see the creation once again glorifying its Creator.
The extravagantly blue sky of autumn,
I swing in a circle, lean back, look up, and take it in.
The leaves that are too numerous to count are still green.
I watch the sunlight change as the sun tracks across the sky. Every day, we can count on that.
Because our Lord is ever faithful.
Coming full circle I see timeworn beauty in the age of patina. Beautiful blossoms. Found treasures.
Surrounded by His blessing. Enfolded in His love. Filled with His joy. Blessed with His peace.
Because He is God.
He is sovereign.
His faithfulness, lovingkindness, grace sustain me. I abide, rest in Him.
Have a beautiful, blessed Sunday. Make sure to visit Charlotte for Spiritual Sundays.