When the walls start closing in, it’s best to just get out.
When mess and mundane swirl about and your chest feels heavy, sky and trees have a way of pointing the narrow gaze upward and opening the tight lungs wide.
All the human talent in the universe can’t match the brushstrokes of the One who keeps the tulips and daffodils looking their best. When they worship Him with their radiant heads held high, trusting Him for everything they need to live beautifully and purposefully, I’m inspired to follow their lead.
And then it bids us, begs us, to come enjoy the show.