I feel awe and the most alive in the early summer mornings standing out amidst the fields, hoe in hand while the sun begins to crest the horizon. The silence is the sound of peace and timelessness. A cool breeze whispers across the land. The world lights up with rustic oranges, yellows, scarlets, and golds. About my boots, the blossoming plants innocently reach towards the sky. From a tiny seed those same crops instinctively knew when it was time to grow. They already know what they are supposed to become. Who told them?
This is my sanctuary. This is where I find God.
I hope this email finds you well,