I am spoiled.
There are some days that are just pure perfection.
The other day, some of my lovely friends and I decided to watch the sunset in the fields by where I live. We bought sweet spanish wine, gouda cheese, luscious fruit, and wayyy too much bread for a picnic.
But we forgot the bottle opener.
Good thing we had a pocket knife and a rock.
God is good. He paints the most beautiful sunsets every night and is present in the laughter of friends. His voice speaks through the awed silence of his great masterpieces.
Like I said, I am spoiled.
