When we walk on this beautiful stage, we can fill our lungs with fresh air and breath in grace. My little girl running, the oldest children are exploring, the days are long and the wind hissing is at times the only thing we listen to.
As I stand with wide-open eyes and see how little I am, I can't do anything else but praise Him for coming towards me. For reaching me, for loving me.
I lift my voice and join the mountains and hills in praise; the wind blows with might and I hear the trees beside me clapping their hands.
Who can resist praising God?
“For you shall go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall break forth into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands."
Isaiah 55: 12
Even the lavender seems to bow down before its Creator, and I bow my head, "Lord, please, help never stop seeing Your glory in the little things surrounding my life."
The sun hides, and as I go to bed and breath out praises and thanksgiving prayers, I look outside and I am reminded...
I am truly Daily On My Way to Heaven....
Pictures taken at Vaux, France 2010