trees

here in this place, i see along the sides of the road every day, thousands of tall pine trees, towering palms, and great oaks with limbs reaching out and up…and these all tell of the hope of Christ, especially this day- this blue-skied, bright day. pulling on my emotions, i feel the weight of the spanish moss draping and swinging from the branches all around me, in this place, and i realize that no matter where or when you worship, or how, nothing changes the excitement that creation must feel, to wait for the uncovering of Perfection.

He will come again, and while we wait, i can hope.