There's a spiritual feel to the places we've wandered through.
I guess the sense of 'smallness' in this vastness is bound to happen. You can't sit in the middle of the badlands at ten o'clock at night and look up without getting a sense of how small you really are.
Awaken to the sun rising over those formations and you get reminded of the Creator, the Master Artist, the Power greater than you.
And in case you think of losing that sense of 'knowing', discover a tree with a lone prayer flag....or a dream catcher buried into the clay like wall of an obscure bit of the walking path you wandered down.
Oh, there's the silly, cheesy places.
But even there, the reminders are there.
And G-d ends the day with a brilliant sunset in the charming town you land in for the night....and you sit outside, listening to the sound of the river rushing over stones, watching the mountains silhouettes fade into the night.
And if you're me, you're thanking Him for the gift of His presence..... Amen
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"And G-d ends the day with a brilliant sunset in the charming town you land in for the night....and you sit outside, listening to the sound of the river rushing over stones, watching the mountains silhouettes fade into the night.
And if you're me, you're thanking Him for the gift of His presence..... Amen"
Beautiful, Mel!
AMEN!
X
Isn't it interesting how he uses nature to open our eyes to him and his glory? The magnificence of what we see is all we can handle...can you imagine how glorious he really is? My knees sink at the thought.
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