I rounded a bend and glanced down a valley, than I looked again. The green was deep, pure and stretched beyond my view. It was rich with life and much longer than the laundry list of petty complaints I had been mentally reviewing.
Further still a field of canola blazed against the blue, blue sky. The sea of yellow waved in victory over the drought that had threatened it a month earlier.
If the canola could grow without water, could I not grow even amidst the mundane that seemed to suck out the joy, leaving me parched? He who sustains the grain, sustains me.
Beyond all this, the Rockies stood.
Massive. Unyielding. And ready to praise their Creator.
The One to whom I was whining.
The One who created all. Including His ungrateful child.
The list disappeared. The joy overflowed.
I will praise Him.
Amen.
9 comments:
Course redirection. Such a good thing.
Head out to that place as much as you can-it's worth the cost of gas... even if you have to listen to Veggie Tales while you get there.
LOVE it!!! Thanks for sharing!!!
Really good. thanks for that.
Amen.
Amazing. Amen. Thanks!
At first, I was like "oops, she made a mistake, She means Prov 31!" Then I clicked on the link and I got it.
Wonderful turn around. And beautifully stated.
I love how the enormity of God's creation gives us such perspective.
I miss living in Colorado. I didn't appreciate it nearly as much as I should have.
Lovely. Isn't it nice to see it in words? Well done.
Oh dear. Now I know why I keep wanting to come here. HE wanted me to come here, to read this! Isn't it cool when He lets you be His chalkboard?
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