by Alexandra Rutkowski

Sometimes when I am spending the afternoon with God in a remote place in the woods (or nature trail), I find myself in Narnia. Listening to the trees whisper and the birds sing, the leaves rustling marking the driad’s dance, all of this beauty is worshipping it’s Creator. I join in with this song. And then fall silent as I rest my head against the Great Lion’s gentle mane.

Creation is beautiful.

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