OK, it’s sunny now, just after lunch.
But this morning when Dusty and I walked, the grey clouds
enfolded the earth and were tucked in securely on all horizons. No rain. But no
frost, either.
It’s not nearly as pretty, I have to say. But I saw the
beauty in it, too, this morning. A warmth. A security.
There is beauty in everything. It’s the perception that is
sometimes awry, rather than the perceived.
God loves you and me. That is the truth, even if you don’t
believe it. Even if you don’t perceive it.
Which makes it all the more breath-takingly beautiful.
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