It's been mighty cold these days, and winter's bare bones make the bundles of dried flowers strung on the pot rack even more of a treat. In all their crinkled glory, I saw a welcome reminder of summer's abundance — His abundance. Yep, right there in all their crinkled, colorful, crumbling glory.
Your magnificent splendor and the miracles of your majesty are my constant meditation.
— Psalms 145:5
