I haven't written for a while. I'm back at school and busy is not a strong enough word to explain what the last month has been like. But that is not my focus. Today, the focus is the greatness of my God. The beauty of my Saviour. Almost a month ago, I was at the Grand Canyon. The words of this post were written in Arizona, put on borrowed notebook paper in my messy handwriting,
and reflect the wonder I felt at that place.
and reflect the wonder I felt at that place.
Every lookout at the Grand Canyon was beyond words.
If I could paint...
If I could write...
If I could capture in any way the height and depth of the beauty, I would.
But I can't. Overwhelmed to the point of tears. The beauty is too much.
In every light.
Around every bend.
Even the night sky is stunning - millions of stars shining. The Milky Way a bright ribbon through the black of night.
Breathtaking.
I have a picture in mind, when I look at the Canyon, of my Creator, dipping in His finger there to make a gorge, another winding trail there, and delicately scraping off a layer here and a layer there, adding glorious columns of magnificence when it fancied Him.Creating beauty.
Creating a masterpiece.
We go back to the Canyon at sunrise. Breathtaking. A long rest as we watch the sun rise. A new day begins. Spirit rest.
After breakfast, a drive to Hermit's Rest. More incredible panoramas - Canyon on all three sides.
Pictures taken, we begin the drive back, awed by the beauty that God has gifted us with. He is here, with me in that moment.
What can I do but worship?
