The days that I am not utterly refreshed by the intricate design of a leaf, the warmth of my life-blood flowing through me, or the solitary majesty of mountains, are the days that I am not quite abiding in my God. 

The days that I am thankful, worshipful, and upward gazed are the days that I am the most glory  and wonder filled. 

I get the best thrill from finding the face of my Jesus in the most simplest of things or simplest of persons.

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