It's springtime in Wisconsin. March 1st today and the sun feels warmer. Snow is receding and water trickles. Fresh, earthy air calls me outside. I don't worship nature but I worship the Creator who reveals his majesty through it. I don't get lost in nature, not for too long, because the path takes me back to a world in need of God and good.
I'm stronger, more rested, for having met with God in the sanctuary his hands built.