Dashing from a fallen log to a moth alighting on a rust-coloured leaf to a teddy bear caterpillar to the splashing falls, my children burst through the woods. Nature journals tucked under their arms, they search for extraordinary treasures to sketch. Pencil to paper is frustrating though, as they begin to recognize they aren't the artist that the Creator is. Still I urge them to try and render their best and remember to draw what they really see, not what they think they know about His beauty. Soon they settle and begin and scratch diagrams that will impress this place upon their minds in years to come.
And since a picture is worth a thousand words, be it by pencil or camera, we'll never forget our days together in His woods.
Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.