… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Something as ordinary as a sun-umbrella, it’s beauty suddenly before my eyes brightens my view of my surroundings. It arrives unexpected, sacred and ordinary.
Where do you notice the beauty of God in both the vastness of the horizon and the ordinary particular?
Sun, sand, ocean, waves, and sky speaking of the One who was, and is, and forever will be…endless, constant and present.
Where do you encounter the spaciousness of the Creator?
Blue skies and white clouds
Beneath endless horizon
I watch dolphins play
Where do you notice the playfulness of God? How do you join God’s playfulness? What are your ways of being playful?
With the Eyes of the Heart 