Ordinary Beauty

Happy Wednesday. Here’s a devotion to enjoy today. Ordinary Beauty Today, heeding the words of Robert Frost, I took “the road less travelled.” As I walked the familiar gravel path, I noticed a trail to my left, and it beckoned. Venturing off the six-foot-wide, highly travelled walkway, I stepped through the trees onto the sandyContinue reading “Ordinary Beauty”

A Fragrant Offering

This beautiful little tree stands just outside the front door to my church. Sunday morning, my husband and I stood outside the church, greeting worshippers as they entered the building. The lilac fragrance of the flowers wafted toward us on a gentle breeze. It was so delicious and made me think of the following verses.Continue reading “A Fragrant Offering”

Through the Psalms, Chapter 8

1, 3 &4, 9 “Lord, our Lord, How majestic is your name in all the earth! When I consider your heavens, The work of your fingers, The moon and the stars, Which you have set in place, What is mankind that you are mindful of them, Human beings that you care for them? Lord, ourContinue reading “Through the Psalms, Chapter 8”

Walking the Nature Trails

The path opens to a clearing larger than a football field.  Waist high brome grasses sway slightly in a gentle waltz with the faint breeze.  Nearby branches merely watch, too heavily laden with yellow-green hedge apples to dance.  On the far side of the field lies a painter’s palette of trees just beginning to showContinue reading “Walking the Nature Trails”

Estes Park

I sit at the edge of the amphitheater where the rangers give their nightly talks. Early in the morning I’m the only one here. The sun has just risen above the mountains, and I stare at the beauty all around me. Everywhere I look, the majestic Rocky Mountains raise their granite peaks skyward. Even inContinue reading “Estes Park”

A Woodland Sanctuary

As I walked the nature trails, I wandered off the beaten path.  Large toadstools nestled under a grove of blue spruce trees attracted my attention. Pushing aside branches, I walked fifteen feet, entering a small clearing.  The ground, carpeted with years of accumulated needles, felt soft beneath my feet.  A chorus of crickets broke theContinue reading “A Woodland Sanctuary”