One of my favorite things to do on Sunday in summer is to sit outside on our back deck in the early morning, before my corner of the world is awake and rustling about. I drink a cup of coffee and read my devotional; I give thanks to God for the gift of nature, and the beauty that surrounds me. All is peaceful. Calm. Flowers are full of color. Evergreen trees, like royal stewards of the forest, provide cool shade for birds taking rest, and deer in the meadow.
Looking up at the pale blue sky, lightly clouded over with strands of wispy white adds to the serene way I feel. The lake glimmers under the first bright rays of sunlight, and I'm reminded of diamonds and glittering jewels , but that comparison seems too cliche. While diamonds can be beautiful to behold, and have monetary value - or can be the cherished keepsake of a beloved family member, looking at one doesn't help elevate the soul, or draw us to consider ways of the spirit or ponder the wonder of life like the splendor we find in being still, contemplating God's glorious creation.
A soft movement of air brushes against my arm, I look up at the sky once more, and smile.