It is 6'o'clock in the morning and I am on my way to practice. In just a bit of a bad mood about having to wake up this early on a summer morning (when I would much rather be sleeping in), I sigh. As I am leaving town, I come to the top of a larger hill that overlooks the valley. The view is breathtaking. On the far side of the valley lies hills painted in all shades of green. At the base of the hills wisps of fog appear and flutter into a thick, snow-white blanket covering the fields below. Bringing it all together, the first rays of sun are starting to come up over the hills and hues of pink and orange dance on the horizon and into the misty fog below. Taking in this breathtaking sight, my mind races to the negative thoughts of just a few moments before. Then I smile and quietly thank God for the privilege of being able to call such a beautiful place home!
Jerusha
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