Last night I walked with my dad down to the lake-which, embarassingly enough, I had never realized was quite THAT close to us. It rained all day yesterday prior to our walk, and the earth was just beaming . . . everything was glowing and I couldn't get enough of it. When we got to the lake, this is what I found.
Each day is a gift, and one of my favorite parts of each day is when I get to witness God's hand painting the sky. To me, this is a true testimony of his majesty . . . and it takes my breath away every time.
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