Daddy used to say he was closer to God in the woods than in any church. Today I went to Daddy's church.
I will not speak of the devastation but only of the beauty I saw today. Sometimes we just have to look past that and see the truth of things to come.
My favorite place on the entire farm is the Rock Hollow. Hollow is self explanatory but the beauty is unimaginable. Look past the downed trees. Look for the beauty.
I went alone but not really.The dogs kept me company and I felt companions I did not see.
The water moved gently through cracks and crevices, the only source was the past rain. Was it ever live water and did it tumble to the creek on its path to the ocean?
I stopped to look over the valley. Although it has changed, it is still beautiful. I tried not to see what we lost but what we have.
The saddle tree survived and I rode as have three generations or more.
I even played with the timer on my camera.
Wish you could have been there. It was heavenly!
