The day was misty. My suitcase with warmer clothes was still travelling somewhere in Europe to reach Tuscany, so I was cold. But cold and mist could not take away the sense of beauty, the sense of a loving God who was there with me.
I borrowed a thick wollen scarf, wrapped myself tightly and went out to walk with God. He knows the way, through sun, through rain, through mist. Through cold days and warm days. He is there, ready to steady my steps.
God is the artist of life. He knows how to show his work, colours through greyness, love through sorrows, the purpose of life. Being.
Worn, wrinkled, old charm. To see God in every line.
Showing your natural beauty. Be proud of it.
To walk with God. Every day.
A blessing.
The photos are from my days in Tuscany, at Santa Maria in Ferrano. There will be more from this place and from my days there.
