June 4, 2015
He loves me. . .
he loves me not. . .
he loves me!
Lying in the sun-soaked meadow, among bouncing daisies and fluttering butterflies, I feel the overwhelming love of God.
Now is the time when night dreams are filled with wild things, like singing frogs and chirping crickets,
and daydreams are filled with the birth of wild things. . .
intertwined with wildflowers. . .
and wild birdsong.
Where the wild things are is where I feel closest to the heart of God.
Make time to see the beauty around you.