DANG!
Dear Heavenly Father, thank you.
As I look at your creation, the majestic multi-colored hills and mountains of Chejje, I am awestruck. The lime green patches of freshly watered grass from summer rain interspersed with darker shades in green pastures truly sing Your praises. The red, rocky soil seemingly waterfalling off the sides of the mountains is held in stillness – paused in time – only by the command of Your hand.
The mountains span the entire horizon, blue from the shadow of the white and grey shaded clouds. The wind tears through the valley. It demands attention. It demands wonder. The bleating of grazing sheep, the rhythmic trotting of cows’ hooves on gravel roads, the distant giggle of children, harmonize to create a song of praise.
This village. A small village – yet a village never forgotten by you – displays your splendor. Lord, thank you for every event and person that brought us here. God, bless this month. Be HERE this month. With every smile, every Buenos Dias, Tardes, and Noches. Every day. Be here.
