Praise the Lord of the Heavens who brings the snow and the sun, the weight of gold and the thinness of a fly’s wing, the warmth of the volcano and the cold of space.
She came running into the house, holding a big piece of paper aloft. “Mommy, the teacher liked my drawing.” I looked at this drawing of our house, land and surrounding mountain and said words to praise her. But when her father entered the room, he snorted and said, “Why do they mess up good pieces of paper like that.”
Praise the Lord of the Heavens who brings the snow and the sun, the weight of gold and the thinness of a fly’s wing, the warmth of the volcano and the cold of space.
She came running into the house, holding a big piece of paper aloft. “Mommy, the teacher liked my drawing.” I looked at this drawing of our house, land and surrounding mountain and said words to praise her. But when her father entered the room, he snorted and said, “Why do they mess up good pieces of paper like that.”