January 3

I didn't feel great when I woke up this morning so I spent much of the day crocheting and watching random shows on TV.

And then this evening, when I got up and stood by the window to watch the boys loading their gear into Adam's car for a trip to the park, I saw the sky and was once again awed by its complex beauty.

Heavy clouds, fluffy clouds. Blue sky, darker sky. And the bright, nearly pure whiteness of the sunbeams as they stretched from behind the clouds to the earth far below.

I've said this so many times before, but it's still true so I'll repeat myself: God makes the most beautiful art there is. And for that loveliness and how it fills me with a sense of awe when I take it in, I am thankful.