Morning

Its a usually cool November morning. A little frost on the windows. A little Christmas wafting in the air. Thanksgiving right around every naked tree. Leaves swirling with the wind tossing them everywhere out on the street.



Trees stripped to bony skeletons against the morning sky. The Bears continuing to be the lovable losers although I have to admit I am not loving them much lately. How much thanks is enough to give God for all the many beauties He has created. Everyday is a painting. Every moment a photograph. There is not enough thanks to give our Loving Creator for all of this art. I give thanks and praise and glorify our Lord. The God of Abraham, Isac and Jacob. Thank You Father for your love.