The Big Picture

As the bees dance in the morning sun; whose beams ripple across the gentle pond. As the dewdrops rest awhile, among the wild flowers. As the soft breeze sweeps across the meadow; on this early spring morning.

I sit and contemplate the wonders of creation, this miracle of life.

The only word that comes to mind, is...love, in all of its glorious splendor.

Yes in love, all things were created.

But we mustn't look too closely less we see the imperfections in creation.

Like the faded flower or the half eaten peddle.

We must keep in mind that the death of one thing, leads to the life of another, thus the cycle of life is complete in this.

That we see and recognize all things from afar. To look for the beauty in all things!

It is all too easy to get lost in the details of life, and miss the big picture.

From the mountains...to the streams... to the brooks... to the rivers... to the oceans...to the ends of the earth.

Let us find beauty in these precious few moments that we have, on God's green earth.

-Stands With A Roar!-