All Creation Proclaims the Glory of God! Why Not Me?
Bursts of copper and ruby red mingle with the green boughs of the hemlocks. Russet-colored leaves blanket the path, crunching and crackling beneath my feet. A bluejay bounces from branch to branch, chatting as he goes. I watch him flick his head back, and stretch his robe of cobalt blue as he proclaims the glory of God to the heavens.
A gust of crisp autumn air caught the outstretched arms of a maple. In unison, its flaming fingertips began to sway back and forth, back and forth. The worship, is tangible.
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