On the Wings of the Wind

 

Kids, Grands, and Granddaddy
Clear Creek Trail
Indiana

"Praise the LORD, my soul . . . He makes the clouds His chariot and rides on the wings of the wind." (Psalm 104:1, 3)

Saturday, while hiking the Clear Creek Trail in Indiana with our Rebecca's family, the grandkids were chasing occasional falling leaves, racing to catch one before it hit the ground. About a mile down the trail, a strong breeze suddenly showered hundreds of leaves into the air. All seven of us were then running and snatching colorful foliage.

Thank You, Good Father God, Maker of wind and leaves and fall and families.