Light of the Wooded Land

 

Clearfield, PA

Land of my dad's stomping through wooded grounds in his love of hunting and out of doors. 

There is something about the green of the ground, the blue of sky and the light that filters through that soothes the ache of one's soul. Add to that the sound of the brook and the language of nature speaks in the space of life and if one has the courage to stay and listen, the human heartbeat finds a better rhythm. 

Psalm 8:1,3-4

 O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is Thy name in all the earth, who hast displayed Thy splendour above the heavens!

When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars which Thou hast ordained What is man, that Thou dost take thought of him? And the son of man, that Thou dost care for him?

Thank you, Lord, for Your daily and moment by moment care.  

Thank you, for the rest of Your created world that soothes and calms this anxious soul.

You alone are life and light and so majestic!

Thank you.