Good morning mountains. Good morning sunshine. Good morning fjord. Good morning Iceland. How do you manage to be so beautiful first thing in the morning?
I am about to head off to my first Icelandic church service. I won’t understand the words, but I look forward to be in a body of believers worshiping God. I noticed yesterday that this land is a perfect place to read the epic poetry of the Old Testament. Where better to be when the prophets and poets start talking about fire shaking the mountains etc etc. Iceland is a whole new world for me, but God was already here. He took the time to make things grow and move on this big rock long before humans got the chance to marvel at it’s beauty.
(Video via the wonderful Inspired By Iceland)