This morning was a memory I shall never forget. Something always to be treasured in my heart. To be looked back upon and have a smile creep across my face. Unplanned adventure is always the best adventure, at least that is what I have come to believe. I was extremely blessed to go on the most beautiful morning run with both my father and my sister. There we were the three of us trying to balance on the slick road headed out the flat. The sun was just beginning to rise behind the clouds revealing a clear blue sky above. As we turned back at the hill we were greeted with breathtaking beauty. Fog rose above our quaint little town nestled amongst the wheat fields while the sun cast rays through the clouds. Our God is beautiful, our God is good. Dad said that when times are not so wonderful we need to remember that our God is good even then. How true. He is in control, our lives are not our own. I hope when I am 75 I can still close my eyes and hear the sound of our footsteps on the icy road, the love of my fellow company, the mist lifting from my little town, the sun's radiating glory, and the peace of God I felt on this Christmas Eve morning. All praise and glory be unto the God of this universe!
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