There are times when words fail me.
And I am learning that that is okay.
This weekend, I went away with a few of my closes friends up north a few hours from our homes.
I was overwhelmed at God’s handiwork around us, and my eyes could hardly drink it all in quickly enough.
Words failed me.
I picked up my camera, and captured what I could not put into words…
It is rare for me not to have a word to write, sing or speak.
This weekend I learned accepting the quiet is vital to keeping myself at peace within.
Learning to hear what is being said in each moment.
Living in the now, not waiting for the future to start happening.
God was just as present in the familiar as the new.
For He is my home, wherever I may be.
May you also find Him today, and every day!