A lot of my “making” lately has revolved around food. I cook more than I ever imagined I would. The colors and textures of this breakfast are intriguing.
Writing of prayers is a form of making, I suppose. As is writing at work.
God makes all things. And God makes all things new. And when we make, we live into being created in the image of God.
Photo: 12 December 2019; New York, New York
Along the Graybeard Trail 