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Offer Joy: 31 Days to Full

It's Day 5 of the 31 day October challenge....
Here it goes....

It's been a lovely day. In so many ways.  Wonderful time at church.  Old friend by my side as we twisted down curvy roads ribboning through autumn kissed leaves.  Brilliantly crisp blue sky.  Lunch by the lake.  Sun glittering water diamonds on the azure lake.  It was beautiful.  One of these fall days that you simply cannot miss out on.  You cannot spend the time indoors.
The perfect Sunday.
We left a cathedral of praise within walls and walked slow through an early autumn cathedral of birch trees and wild vines starting to drip scarlet.

We decided to walk through a historical park in our area.  We got lost in the bright green meadows, old out buildings, the stories of the place, the livestock and the crunchy woodsy scented forest.
It was a mini escape and we all were walking slowly and taking it all in.
forest treasures 

I watched my oldest girl tiptoeing through the late afternoon speckled sunshine as it tried to shine a path in the shaded woods.  She was brimming with adventure.  My friend who was blessing me by pushing the baby stroller remarked, "I just love her wild imagination."
"Me too", my head nodded in agreement.  Me too.
She hid from us behind gnarled peeling bark and tried to scare us.  Catch us by surprise.
My middle girl found a walking stick and marched through the forest path with all her wild confidence.
It was a lovely day.  And I could not help but offer joy for two hours of seventy degree, not a cloud in the sky, pristine weather.  We marveled over leaves littering swirls over slow moving creeks.  We listened to all the noises filling the peaceful woods.
I thought something I've thought so many times.
God who sees all at all times sees this right now.
This spot of beauty we are getting to peer into and be a part of for a brief afternoon, He always sees.  At all times.
Just as His eyes behold all of the beauty of all this wild and varied world at all times simultaneously.  
Beauty isn't wasted on Him, He delights in all His hands have made. 

I love how Job 39 describes the all seeing eyes of God.  The fact that God sees what we don't see.  He sees what no human eyes ever see. The things happening throughout nature that only the all encompassing eyes of the Creator witnesses.  How awesome.

And today, for these beautifully relaxed handful of moments we got to experience sacred awe over all the natural intricacies His awesome hands had crafted here on this one patch of God's green earth.

We got lost in deep conversations deep within the woods as we looked over everything that we glanced at the clock and realized the park was closed and we were straggling behind.  Getting little girl legs to run and speedily push a stroller was a sight to see.  We clambered down the paths trying to get back.  We were slightly winded when we emerged at the parking lot.

I told my friend enjoying the day beside me, "Have you ever noticed the way trees point up? It's like they are pointing us to Heaven."
She smiled.
I love to look up in a forest to the top of the trees highlighted by the amber sun and tinged in golden glory.  They always draw your eye up.  Up not just to them, up to the brilliant endless sky.
All of this beauty pointing to the Beautiful, the Beautiful Him who watches it all the time.

This one made some deep observations this afternoon. 


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