I watched as the leaves stilled and the sky turned a slow orange hue splashed with colors of fiery red and pink.
Mosquitoes began to bite my legs while Jewel sings in the background with the birds humming pretending to be back-up singers. I turned my attention to the sky, I have always loved looking at the clouds and sky.
There’s something magical about it. It exudes God’s power and serenity into a perfect picture. It reminds me constantly that He is big and I am small.
The world is huge and rich. Full of life and chances and joy and risks. Looking at the sky gives me courage because I am reminded that the wolves of my life are nothing compared to my God.
Someday, I will make a leap of faith.
Someday, my life will be meaningful.
Rest assured, though I make mistakes, the sky will always be there to give me peace.
Life With Rachel 