|Morning in Missouri|
It took my breath away, that sky of early morning, streaked with the fresh rose and gold of sunrise; the heavens stretching broad and exultant above me. It seemed in that moment the most beautiful sky I have ever seen or ever would see, this last sunrise over the line of sycamores that march up our driveway
This was not a welcome thought, but on its heels came one of comfort: No matter where I am in the world, Missouri, California, or anywhere in between, I will always have the sky.
You see a different sky--a different reflection of Him than meets my eye. And yet we are all encompassed by His care.
I'm so glad the sky is always there!
|Sunset over Whiskeytown Lake|