Today, it’s the morning sun shining in the fog around the bases of the trees, so that the trees seemed to be wading in fire, and then this on the way home:


The heavens keep on declaring the glory of God, and the sky above continually proclaims his handiwork, pouring out speech day to day, revealing knowledge night to night.

Sometimes, noticing is the only thing you can do. But even noticing, even this only thing, is a gift.


©2014 by Stacy Nott

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