The morning after our first snowstorm I drew back the drape from the small window that faces the east. Immediately I recoiled from the startling cold. Condensation had formed and frozen between the screen and the pane. A heartbeat later I was mesmerized by the kaleidoscope images from the rising sun.
Feeling the chill against my face and the heat from the stove at my back, the world is a marvelous place.
“The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship.”
Psalm 19:1 (NLT)
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