Last Night in Montana

Has me longing for broader places where the wind never stops whispering and cold comes early in the Autumn...
Heavens high declare God's glory. Skies above cry his craftmanship. Day after day they pour forth their speech,
night after night we are enveloped in truth. Why then is it so difficult to hear God's voice? Are we really that dull?
Or are we just afraid...to see life differently?
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3 Comments:
beautiful scenery. Your brother snapped a great picture!
Dang, people are up early this morning! (I have an excuse: I'm supposed to be working on Hebrew... of course you can tell how well I'm doing)
If you like that one, take a look at it's sister photo which I posted over at Granitepeaks.
The Heavens declare His Glory.
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