A light coating of raindrops drip through the trees and cascade to the mat of dead leaves below making snapping sounds as though nature giving itself a round of applause for its effort. What can only be described as a cacophony of bird calls bounce off the canyon walls, amplifying their conversations to Heaven. Frequently, the haunting trill of a lone whippoorwill rises to distinction above the din.
Very rarely, as though an unwilling participant in the concert, a frog in the river below me emits a noise best described by the sound of a spring in a technicolor cartoon. The rough, strident screams among a murder of nearby crows create discord in the soundtrack while the chilly breeze through the myriad forest branches comes behind to sweep them away.
These descriptions do not originate as the result of a thoughtless accident, they paint a portrait of the artist Himself painstakingly recording each detail in high relief on a canvas that often defies description, all for the enjoyment and benefit of those human beings He placed into it. Do not ever be deceived by the thoughts of the world. His thoughts and His ways will always exist just out of reach, beyond the cognition afforded our three dimensionally confined brains.
Just think, once we turn our lives over to the Son, we will live forever in a place that exceeds even the beauty of this earthy realm...who could not desire that?