... and I heard the sound and noises of children playing to the left of the house. I went out, eventually, to take a look at them. Mushroom kids. Tiny. After that, I then went to the kitchen window. I couldn't believe my eyes. The sky was gray, the kind of weather I could only see in England and only remember from broken childhood memories. What a beautiful sigh to see. The entire sky. And it cast its brilliance in light on everything underneath. Lovely. I pray that the Lord does another one of these the day I die here. It's stunning to see such beauty. To be reminded by the Lord of how beautiful He can make things. And to top this off, like the cherry on top of the frosting, a turtle dove sat gracefully perch on top of the highest electrical wire, watching the same beautiful sight with me.
I thank Him that I can live forever. Though the world may hate me, what God made and what He gives (life) is so beautiful... Believable... I say because saying it's unbelievable would be a poor choice of a word.
