It is bad writing but I often start here having no idea what I want to say. I guess that makes us even since you have no idea what you are about to read. Life is a crazy adventure like that. :-P
Last week we had two crazy warm days and amazing fog just above the ground ~ life looked like you were stuck in some sort of special effects. I tried to take pictures. I am not good with my camera, and that only magnified my woes because even a good photo looked like a blur in a terrible photo ~ everywhere you looked, parts of the landscape were out of focus. So the part to the right of the electric pole that looks out of focus ~ that actually is how the little whiffs of fog were: some places they were just little hints, and some places the fog was pervasive, filling every bit of space between houses and trees and blades of grass.
For awhile I felt like we were in Brigadoon and then it started reminding me more of how God's glory filled the temple when we came to places where it was thick and unmistakable and pretty much filled all the earth.
The weather also left these amazing droplets in the woods, which I found beautiful.
from Job 36 ~ God is great, and we know him not;
the number of his years is unsearchable.
27 For he draws up the drops of water;
they distill his mist in rain,
28 which the skies pour down
and drop on mankind abundantly.
Last week we had two crazy warm days and amazing fog just above the ground ~ life looked like you were stuck in some sort of special effects. I tried to take pictures. I am not good with my camera, and that only magnified my woes because even a good photo looked like a blur in a terrible photo ~ everywhere you looked, parts of the landscape were out of focus. So the part to the right of the electric pole that looks out of focus ~ that actually is how the little whiffs of fog were: some places they were just little hints, and some places the fog was pervasive, filling every bit of space between houses and trees and blades of grass.
The weather also left these amazing droplets in the woods, which I found beautiful.
the number of his years is unsearchable.
27 For he draws up the drops of water;
they distill his mist in rain,
28 which the skies pour down
and drop on mankind abundantly.
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