October 13, 2006
Southwestern
I used to think that the sky over Texas was the biggest sky I'd ever seen, but that was only because I'd never been West enough; never been so far West that there is nothing to break up the expanse of sky for miles and miles.
Tonight I stood outside and watched the sun set - bouncing off the Sandia Mountains in the East - casting pink and brown light across the mesa. My mom told me that she'd always found New Mexico to have a different sort of beauty, and I have to agree. I took pictures of the sky, but photos never give creation the due justice it deserves. You're always a little disappointed when you view them later, trying to drum up the memory of the moment you were taken in.
There are few places in nature that call to me like the ocean, but it's easy to understand how the mountains' stature can capture one's imagination and heart.
Last Sunday we taught the kids about the sky and the water and how God made it all and when I look upon the face of the largest rock I've ever stood upon, I am overwhelmed by His majesty.
My father is a geologist, so I know the science of it all. I understand their age and how over time wind and weather and water shaped the rocks, the mountains, the mesa. If you close your eyes, you can see where the rivers used to run; how they left behind rivets in the rocks. But none of that takes away the awe I feel when I regard them; the appreciation I have for a Creator who just as lovingly and patiently created me.
My soul wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defense; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour our your heart before him: God is a refuge for us.
Psalms 62:5-8
Posted by hannah at 08:47 PM
