His voice is like many waters
I sat by a river recently with my feet in the frigid mountain water and to keep from thinking of work or life-challenges I thought instead of as many descriptive phrases as I could for the beauty surrounding me. The morning light seemed just as playful as the tumbling water as it highlighted the resplendent green of the translucent leaves creating dappled patterns on the surrounding trails. Everything around me was beautiful and I sat in grateful silence drinking in…