brewed up the just the right environment

the wave of leaves, the fall of water. towering trees, swaying mountains.

all made in his graceful splendor.

and to whom do i give thanks for these elements added? my reaction to it all is awe and wonder.

it’s my place of refuge, arms of comfort.

i’ll give thanks to the creator of love when i receive those provisions as a gift from above. so often i assume i’m the one who provides for myself; i have to stop and recall. my basis for life ought to be in his likeness: grace and splendor.