Thunder

The thunder rumbles ominously outside. It has the deepest voice. The bass of the sky opera house. The lightening provides the backdrop, the rain provides the curtain. Cymbals clash, the mountains roar. The earth is renewed once again, fresh, clean.~

The Bee's & Birds

So just how do the bee's and birds not hit you when they fly by? And how do they not smash into trees when they swoop into the branches and amazingly miss the leaves without even making them move?
And you though that this post was on something else entirely...
It all just makes me wonder and scratch my head. God really is amazing. He really is. All that grass I pulled, tore and cut out of all the bushes today, and all the little teeny tiny weeds that I pulled from the sweet smelling earth are all there for a reason. Even if it is only to make me sweat. It all has a purpose. He is incredible in and through everything. That dirt under my fingernails reminds me. So go sit in the dirt. Draw something. Anything. It doesn't matter. The rain will come again, and you will have to go and pull some more weeds. But you have to admit that it is satisfying.
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