The smell of the harvesting fields and the beauty of the glowing golden moon just makes me stand awestruck at the work of God's hands. The street I grew up on just happens to be called Wheatfield Way, unfortunately doesn't live up to its name very well, but their are glorious fields of gold not too far away. I cant help but want to go trekking through them, or climb on the hay bales and just lay out in them and enjoy the wide open space:) I love it when the hay gets stuck in my hair and scratches my skin even. Read this Psalm the other day and I just had to give a shout out to the Lord for giving us such a sweet taste of Eden this time of year in Oregon.
"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat." Psalm 19:1-6
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