Where words become color…
I took a walk yesterday. The air blew cool signaling the season ahead. The warmth on my face whispered something different. God’s warmth was everywhere, His brushstrokes of color painted all over creation.
No words were needed.
The beauty of creation,
reminding me of God’s care and love for us.
The whole earth really is filled with His glory. (Isaiah 6:3 paraphrase)