Patriotic songs make me cry.
I get a lump in my throat when the flag goes by.
So blessed to live in this promised land.
So much beauty...
America is GRAND!
I just breathe in her beauty every day.
Blue skies and puffy white clouds. Red sandstone mountains.
Blue skies and puffy white clouds. Red sandstone mountains.
I am so thankful for this creation that splashes it's colors at me, and scents the air with fragrant blooms. It cools me with soft breezes, and tickles my toes with textures of freshly mowed grass, or cool sand, or slick rocks. It refreshes me with gentle rain and trickling streams. It stirs my passion with thunder and lightning.
Sunlight and shadow, winter and summer, spring and fall... all these contrasts humble me and fill my soul with gratefulness for the Creator of all this
BEAUTY.
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