Happy Thanksgiving

Every time I intentionally enter a natural place, God surprises me with some amazing piece of creation that was made just for his people's enjoyment. This morning I went for a run around the Gwynn's Falls Trail, which is mostly urban but has a few tree-lined waterviews. The rising sun reflecting off of frost crystals on a wood-planked path scintillated a thousand new points of light with every step.

While I ran, I listened to a sermon by Rob Bell of Mars Hill Church about how when God parted the Red Sea (or Sea of Reeds, depending on your translation) to enable the Jews to escape the Egyptians, there were some that just looked down. They saw the muddy seabed squishing between their toes, covering their sandals, and complained about the mess.

On this Thanksgiving, I hope I will be able to ignore the mud between my toes and thank God for giving me more than all I need or could ask for.