brown forest

Where am I going? I often know exactly where I am and where I want to go, but then look up and think, “How did I get here?” I trust my God, it’s my freewill I don’t trust. Or anyone else’s for that matter. When I’m in this place I feel like all I can think about is my God. I look at His creation and that’s all I can see. The clouds, the mountains, the brush, the cold, the snow, my wife. That last one is one of His finest creations. God help me to never take what You’ve created for granted. I don’t believe You made this so I could sit in a room and pray with my eyes closed. Thank You.