Beauty. My dog resting his head on my arm as I type these words. The sound of the waves reaching shore outside the window. The smell of coffee calling my name.
Exploring one aspect of the beauty that cradles my days – it never ceases to amaze me just how much visual beauty is packed inside my camera and phone after a week of living. Countless moments of ‘Stop the car!’ to capture a colour I want to weave into a rug, or endless time spent watching the gulls in their timeless loops across the sky. Beauty. The more I live, the more I crave coming alongside to witness and honour the tremendous gifts of His glory.
