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Bless the the Lord, O my soul.  O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art cothed with honour and majesty.  Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: who layeth beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds His chariot: Who walketh upon the wings of the wind. {Psalms 104:1-3}
Now that spring is coming back, these words take on such a deeper meaning!  Took a walk outside as I was reading this, just as the sun was just setting - it was one of those scenes you can't re-create in even a picture.  It's not overly-colorful or extreme of any sorts, it's just simple and plain but so wonderful because of the experience.  Watching the rays of light make new paths in the tall (insert: dead) grass as the sun falls deeper behind the trees, the golden reflections that bounce off of every object, the quiet cool breeze that comes and goes, the occasional flock of birds slowly but steadily flying over you as they make their way South (or was it North??), and the huge billowing clouds of all different types meshed together and swirling overhead as far as you can see like a big blanket.  It's the experience, the entire picture, that makes it wonderful.  Not just the sunset.  Not just the flocks of birds.  It's everything.  It's experiencing the way God enthusiastically continues to work in His creation, sweeping colors and together to make something more and more beautiful as He goes - why?  Because He can't help Himself.  He IS all that is good, wonderful, beautiful, and He can't help but let it spill over into the world He's created.  And boy, am I thankful.

It's crazy how good it feels to be outdoors again without coats and shoes!  I hope this 75degree weather stays a while...

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