
In going through some old papers, I found this little piece I wrote almost exactly four years ago and thought it would be fun to share here.
The sun was warm on my hair, yet the wind blew its frosty breath in my face as I walked through the browned grasses. The solid feeling of the frozen earth beneath my feet was so ordinary…yet so wonderful.
Wisps of cloud scudded across an ocean of powder-blue sky, hovering over the golden stubble of a cornfield lately reaped. A solitary cornstalk or two stood defiantly at the horizon, piercing the sky.
I filled my lungs with the frigid air and released it again. The vapor dispersed in the wind. I could hear the wind rushing through the grasses, swelling and fading by turns in its song. I had never been to the sea, but I liked to think that it sounded like the wind in dry grasses.
Maybe someday I’ll know.
But today holds so much. So much to love, so much to feel. So many things for which to praise God.
More things than the sand by the sea.
❤ Laurel Luehmann, January 24th, 2019
I find it pretty neat that exactly two years after that was written, I was staying by the ocean for the first time. God’s timing is incredible.✨
This is cool. I can feel it.
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I agree with Emma; I can imagine myself walking over that frozen field. 🙂
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Maybe because you actually have!🥰
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Ohh… true. XD
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Ah, so beautiful. (:
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This is beautiful Laurel! I felt like I was there with you! Your descriptions are so beautiful and real!
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Aww, I’m so glad, Moriyah! ❤
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☺️💛
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