Seeing further.

This morning I woke to a thick blanket of an all-white sky. Frost clung to the trees and the wire surrounding my run. I paused from gathering eggs and feeding to watch ten deer slowly exit my yard with their pretty, long legs and jump the fence to the neighbor's in one graceful leap each.
The thing I love most about Oregon is the omnipresence of nature. I see God everywhere.
I read Ezekiel and had chocolate cake to start my day. It was about inheritance and I don't think I understood it. So then I read the first chapter of 1st John. That I understood. Also because I had green tea with honey in it at that point, which means I was possibly more awake than when I was eating the cake.
It's winter, but I have been dreaming of planting a lavender plot and violets in a square in my backyard. I feel like I'm committing adultery with thoughts of summer and sun.
Yesterday I figured out how to fold notes like John Keats used to for Fanny Brawne. I am making Valentines. I was so happy about it yesterday afternoon that my hands were shaking and I kissed the pile of paper sitting on my table. I feel accomplished. And also somewhat like I have a secret.
Church now. My hair is frizzy, but I'll do something to it. Homework today and Missions class too. More Valentines. And I'll probably sit outside for ten minutes writing about what I see.
I love what I see this morning.