O how my soul is full. Full of joy at a murmuration of starlings. I marvel of God’s wonderful creation. How he crafted the dance of these golden flecked birds. 

O how my soul is full. Full of joy at the brilliant white of the waves. The waves that come in and out, that ebb and flow. 

O how my soul is full. Full of joy at doing something I love. Being creative. Capturing the beauty that God made with his own hands.

I sit and marvel at how his creation knows no bounds. I sit and am thankful that the creator of the world created me. I sit and am thankful for the love of photography he so carefully crafted when creating me. 

O how my soul is full.