I stood in a forest yesterday as a slanting, winter afternoon sun cut through the air. The dogs were sniffing around and all the chaotic calligraphy of bare branches surrounded us. It felt like God was unashamed of the barrenness, the deathlike off-switch of winter. It felt like God invited me, reminded me to look unafraid at what there is to stop and see, whether that be a happy lab, a crimson sunset, an empty cross, or sunlit trees.
photo from jdpilgrim on Flickr
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