Why I Love The Sky

I can often be found with my head in the clouds. I remember one day I was playing outside, I was about 8 years old. Suddenly I saw what I thought was a large white bird in the sky. As I looked at it quickly went into the clouds and was gone. I am unsure

The Master’s Hand

  On my way home from work last evening, I am met with the masters handiwork. God is painting again today. For me it is a sign of hope, He is not yet through with us.       Look at these beautiful color in my neck of the woods. Peace, love and blessings!