Standing outside in my backyard just thinking about what happened today, I stood still for hours just meditating and looking at everything around me, listening to the sounds of the birds and squirrels as they were playing in my grass in the lower part of my yard. I drank my coffee as I looked through the trees at the cars that were passing by going to their destinations near and far.

I stood still as the wind blew over me to cool me off from the heat that surrounded me, it was a scerene moment. Even in that moment of time my heart was still as I breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. Morning clouds were still in the painted blue sky. I looked up and watched them pass by one another in the sky. I even saw a buzzard in the distance flying slowly in that moment.

I closed my eyes as I talked to my Creator in my mind, and as I signed with my fingers the words that would not come from my mouth to His ears, my soul was at peace.

I opened my eyes and looked up and saw that the sky was becoming dark. The sun was still shining, but the dark clouds were rolling in. The wind began to blow softly. I closed my eyes and prayed again and when I opened my eyes again, the dark clouds had passed over and the sun was still shining bright.

The heat from it was warm; it felt good on my face because it dried up the tears that were streaming down my face. It was as if God smiled on me in that moment in time. Things were quiet…silence was all around…not a thing to be heard in that moment.

I walked to the lower part of my backyard and sat on the ground. I enjoyed the quietness until our neighbour’s dog started barking at me. I just looked at the dog and he/she stopped barking at me. I sat there just looking at the trees, the grass, and the painted blue sky with fluffy white clouds passing on by.

When looking up at the sky, I can see the clouds moving as if I can reach up and choose the one I want to take for myself to enjoy. I know I can never do that, but the art in it is so beautiful. Looking at the art in the sky that no one can ever mess up is a blessing, because everyday the art in the painted sky is different; even in the sunsets as He closes out the day for a new tomorrow. ©2020

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