Inspiration of Time and Trees
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It was about 73 degrees outside; sunny with just a whisper of a breeze blowing the whisps of blonde hair across my face that had come loose from my ponytail. I had pulled it up in a hurry to get outside to watch my daughters play. My babies, ages 9 and 5, were running back and forth from the horse trough showing me the tadpoles they had caught at the pond with their dad. Time blew through the trees in my yard…time and trees.
Their happy squeals echoed through the trees as they played and had their little girl tiffs over who owned the biggest tadpole. Off in the pasture, I heard the little cottonwood tree flutter its leaves in the wind as if all of creation celebrated the glory of God in the beauty of the day.
