All for His glory

The day between the rains dawned cool

the road through the park wore a cloak of fog, thickening

the only way to reach our destination

was through

so mile by mile we trusted

pressed in, moved on

and found the sun

After an afternoon of errands

goals accomplished

laughter, conversation and a meal shared

we turned for home

driving into the bright of the skies

as again clouds drew themselves close together

Back in the park

there was no fog to mask His beauty

how He picks colours

to blend into a perfection

all other artists

simply imitate

As we drove the last road home

I found myself

awed to a surrendering point

praying to remember

with all I speak, or write, or do

I am not the centre

this world is not of me, or for me

but always all and only

for His glory

Let the name of the Lord be praised,

both now and forevermore.

From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,

 the name of the Lord is to be praised.

The Lord is exalted over all the nations,

 his glory above the heavens.

Psalm 113:2-4 NIV

walking with Emily and the broken redeemed