I love to paint. When I was a child way back in the twentieth century, my grandmother gave me a dozen oil-painting lessons, and so I have been to heaven at least a dozen times. (Heaven smells like turpentine.) I’ve continued my amatuer dabbling over the years on a rather limited basis, but when I look at sunsets, I long to pull my brushes out and get a little paint in my hair. God’s an artist, too, and His work is on display each day in the skies above you:
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Cold, and Warmth
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Can you see the corona off to the right? Magical...
God loves you. Anyone who would paint you masterpieces like these every single day loves you very much. Stop, and look, and rejoice evermore.
*photography by rodalena
