14 November 2009

Pure

Sometimes I think snow is God's way of showing us how the world should look. Everything is covered in this white blanket, smooth and bright and pure.

As I walked out on the ridge last night, I couldn't help but worship. The lights of the city below bounced off the clouds, giving everything a surreal orange glow.

From randoms of fall 09

I stood there, still, listening. The woods make me quiet, but it was hard to quiet my thoughts. I am too busy.

I need more time like that, time where nothing material matters at all. Time to slow down, to think, to pray, to care.

The woods usually make me quiet.

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