It’s another beautiful day in Santa Barbara, CA. I’m sitting on a grassy hill overlooking the harbor. Beyond it is the Pacific curling over the horizon.

I was just trying to clear my head. Three guys around my age sat down within listening distance of me. They were then joined by a fourth. The three began to discuss about the ocean and the birds around us. They were admiring the same beauty before me. The three then revealed the author of the art before us. There they gave praise to the King of Kings. 

I lost my breath, kicked back and bathed in the sunshine. His kingdom is ever growing.