“Has not my hand made all these things,
and so they came into being?”
declares the LORD.
“This is the one I esteem:
he who is humble and contrite in spirit,
and trembles at my word.
I hate to beat this dead horse, cause it seems like nobody in the Seattle area has anything else to talk about besides the weather, but a bunch of trees on my route have burst into flower. For the record, it’s February 18, but I smell spring when I ride by those flowering trees.