East Tennessee
At times sun gently floating through fall leaves can so move
me to adore God that my heart aches as if I had grown into love for the first
time in the history of the earth.
At times I believe that the earth, the good earth, is the
vehicle by which God will transport me to heaven.
This song is sung on the wings of winter, singing in on rain
from the northwest, a soft rain born somewhere beautiful like the Dakotas or
Glacier or if we are deeply in the faith maybe even way up on the Brooks Range
winding the Dalton Highway.
But faith for me always awakens at center in the ancient
hills of East Tennessee.
I was reminded this week that God has a barn full of falls
to pick from. He sure picked a
good one this year!
Thank You God!!!
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