While outside on a recent Sunday afternoon, on a ladder, doing a man's job, I paused and looked skyward. The Master's handiwork was on full display. The sky was a stunning blue, and the clouds were whiter than the driven snow.
As the wind picked up speed, the puffs of white sailed across the heavens, swirling and twirling like graceful dancers on a stage. Suddenly, the wind chime burst into rapturous applause, and my mind, body and soul felt totally born again. Ah. What glorious gifts our Father doth bestow.