I like writing about butterflies and the wonders of water and light, but to do so right now in the midst of wars and misery seems more like someone avoiding reality and escaping to some fantasy world; it doesn't seem professional. At least I didn't think so-until I realized that focusing on God's creation is exactly what brings me comfort in the midst of a painful, broken world.
Psalm 121 begins with, "I lift up my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from?" I had always pictured a person from the Bible looking up to the mountains for help. Maybe they expected someone to come from the mou...
