God is an artist

I wish I was an artist, or at least that I would remember to take my camera everywhere I go. Today on the drive to work I was taken aback by the beauty of the moon as it hung full, and brilliant poised to fall below the Western horizon. It looked just like a Christmas card as it glowed in the violet dawn sky, just above a line of frosty evergreens and illuminated the silvery, frozen landscape below. It was breathtaking. I thought about how often I am in such a hurry and so distracted by the worries of the day, that I never bother to look up and take in the astonishing works of art that are everyday life. This day I noticed the cold silhouettes of houses with their warm, glowing windows of light. There were Christmas trees twinkling in the gray morning light and I wondered about the people inside. Maybe a quiet couple sitting at a breakfast table sipping their morning coffee and reading the newspaper. Or a busy mother rushing about the kitchen pouring bowls of cereal and encouraging children excited about Santa's soon to be visit to hurry up and get ready for school. Maybe an old gentleman remembering someone he loved who waited for him on the other side. As I let my eyes drift across the landscape I saw the most beautiful Thomas Kinkade painting of all and I realized that God must be an artist.

Merry Christmas to all......and to all a wonderful life!