I was awestruck yesterday morning as I was driving back to pick up Dave from church. I cannot remember the last time I saw such a beautiful sky, and I found myself glancing upward at any chance I got.
I was lucky enough to get to WestPres a few minutes before service let out, so I lay down on the brick in front of the church, and listened to the last few worship songs as I stared up at the sky. It was as though someone took a rubber stamp, staining the blue with white puffs of ink.
Even though there were cars driving past and congregants commentating on my laxadasical moment to "sunbathe," I thought it was so wonderful to stop... breathe... and enjoy a beautiful day.
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