These were the views outside my window this morning. It's Friday, which means a very "laid-back" day at the office. The springtime and the mountains are calling me. The hills are beginning to "green" before my eyes. It's as if God is taking a watercolor brush to the greys and browns. He touches them with pink and white and soft green and highlights His handiwork with the golden light of the sun. Life is peaceful, even amidst the turmoil that has become the definition of our larger world. Here, on my little mountaintop, "all is well," and my soul is filled with His presence. He has set my feet upon a Rock and has transplanted this Texan to grow, anew, in North Georgia.
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