Recently I was at one of my favorite places in the Midwest, Fernwood. It’s a gem of a nature park in Niles, Mich., where I grew up. My dad and mom, and my sisters Laura, Mary, Carol, and I all met there for lunch. It happened to be snowing that day, and the setting couldn’t have been more beautiful. The lure of the snow was too powerful, and I dashed 
outside with my camera to snap a few pictures while we waited for our lunch to arrive.
Somehow the world just seems quieter when insulated by a blanket of snow. The only thing I could hear was the twittering of birds as they flitted from tree to bird feeder to tree again, the cardinals a cheerful, scarlet blur against the snow.
I follow
ed the path under my feet as it wound through the trees, opening up beautiful vistas around each corner.
I couldn’t help but feel that I was in my own Sacred Everyday living out Psalm 16:11:
“You will show me the path of life. In Your presence is fullness of joy. At Your right hand are pleasures for evermore.”
God painted a masterpiece that afternoon and let me wander through it. And I am thankful.
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