I find myself driving a stretch of road just about everyday that I never would have driven under any other circumstances. For the most part, it's just a normal drive through normal suburban USA. But for the briefest of moments, suburbia disappears and gives way to country.
There's a huge red barn, which right now is laced in snow and looks magnificently 
photographable. There's a curvy river with snow-laden trees leaning over it, looking for their reflection in the icy water. There's a field where black-faced sheep hunker down in their own sweaters.
Since I first lay eyes on them (in one of my earliest years in Africa), I fell in love with black-faced sheep. Seeing an entire field of them, smack dab in the middle of Columbus, Ohio, feels like God's smiling down on me. And I can't help but smile back.
What makes you feel like God's smiling on you?
