It was a random and spontaneous decision.
but the idea of the mountains…and some solitude?
It was like a breath of fresh, cool air.
So I hopped in a taxi with my two teammates, and off we went, climbing and curving around the mountain.
As we neared the peak to begin our descent into the valley below, the sun began to set.
We craned our necks for a better glimpse as we watched the sun throw bright rays of light over the clouds, painting the sky bright pink.
I could see the glow of the clouds above us on my teammate’s face as we watched in wonder as God wowed and wooed our hearts from above.
Our taxi driver was kind enough to stop several times so we could try to get some pictures…
but no picture would do it justice.
So we raced back up the road, giggling and exclaiming how cold and beautiful it was all at the same time, as we dove back into the taxi.
The bright pinks faded into bright blues and whites, then still further into a deep, deep, beautiful blue the farther into the valley it reached.
I found myself becoming quiet as I watched the sun dance with the colors and then fade into darkness.
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“Anyone who has been brushed by the
divine glory cannot but adore God.
To adore is to recognize the unfathomable greatness of
God and the nothingness of the adorer.”
Brennan Manning
His light, His presence, His power shines down on me…like the bright pink of the skies.
His love reaches into the depths of my heart…like the deep, deep blues of the valleys.
Sometimes I forget. Most times I don’t stop to adore Him.
I cannot contain Him.
I cannot describe the Whole of Him with my words.
And then He reminds me…
Like He did on the mountain-top taxi ride.
I don’t want to forget anymore.
I want to learn to watch for Him. all the time.
And when He shows up all I can do is…
squeal with delight.
lift my hands in wonder.
belly laugh at His creativity.
stand in silence and indescribable awe.
dance in His freedom.
kneel in reverence of His majesty…
because He is Almighty God.
[Infinite. Immeasurable.]
And yet He lives in me.
[Intimate. Tangible.]
And despite all the words…
I am speechless.
