Driving to work this morning I could see my breath in the car, was hardly able to hold the steering wheel and was cursing the single digit weather. As I stepped into the bitter cold I finally took a look around and was in awe! We must remember, there is beauty in everything, it is up to us to look!
As dusk broke and the pierced through the mountains my eyes open, heavy with sleep. The widows painted a picture of beautiful colors, entangles with unshaped clouds. How can such beauty appear before me I ask. God painted the sky’s today.
Look out! Can you see? A world where silence is kept close and noise was praised, noises of neglect and endless arguments. A world where people seemed to have a new face, one that was different from the one they were born with. A world where a creative mind was shut down by the standards of intelligence. But as I imagined this world I noticed I lived in it.