Everything is gray.
But it is the opposite of dreary.
The air is alive with the very breath of God.
Tiny crystals are carried on each molecule of oxygen.
The earth glitters.
Billions of diamonds coat every branch of every tree, outline every detail and scar.
And like the stars, I like to imagine their Creator knows them by name.
Even a tender blade bears the weight of His glory.
How much more do we?
