Driving home from the airport early yesterday, where we dropped Doug at 4 am, I was greeted by a painted sky. My entire drive home this Artists palette was displayed before me. Beautiful isn't it?
There is never a day I am not thankful beyond words to live here. Never a day when I don't marvel at His handiwork. Never a day when my whispered thank you's cease.
He has been so kind to us, so merciful. Everyday He reaches down to us in Love and Provision.
So many years I spent my days building a life that showed me reaching for Him. That's simply religion, and what He hates - me building my self-made ladders to Him. Now I see that His story is that of His reaching down to us. And that story, removed of all my human effort, is where His Glory shines. I see now. And His Handiwork ever reminds me.
Posted by .kp. on 1/15/2012