Yet another guest post by my father, Gentle Reader.I sat on a moss-covered rock in a high mountain meadow. Realizing the joy the father must have felt as He gave His creation the gift of color. The ebony wings of a raven in flight, The white breast of a magpie showing briefly through a willow. The green grass waving gently, among the wildflowers in bloom. He finished the world like a painter from His palette, daubing soft pastels among vibrant hues. Every shade uniquely different. Each brushstroke lovingly applied. The soft red petals of a rose contrasting the rich yellow of a daffodil, growing and thriving in the same common soil. All the colors merging and blending into His glorious vision. I wonder when His people will do as well.
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