We took a quick overnight camping trip this weekend to the nearby grasslands. I kept thinking of the verse from Psalm 96 that I put up there in the title. The fields did feel jubilant, and so were we.
The mountains are impressive and majestic, sure enough. But the prairie has its own beauty–quieter, understated and subtle. Here, an offering of thanksgiving for the gifts we received this weekend.
Warm campfire and toasted marshmallows….