The desert has much to teach—lessons of bareness and brokenness. But in the mountains beauty flows forth from flowers and foliage all around. From a waterfall through rivers, vigorous life-giving water flows freely. In the desert there’s little moisture. Where there’s green you stop to pay attention to it. You notice more of the dead details—rocks, driftwood, dust. The dryness allows you, prompts you to call out for help. You would not linger long lest you be burnt by looming sun. Whereas a mountain’s shadow invites rest or conquest.
I’m thankful for seasons—whether it’s dry like the desert or lush like the mountains, He’s still present, still active.
I felt like this trip brought me full circle. Last year I visited Moab with my parents, a wonderful time of exploration and connection. Since then God has brought me from the desert to a green valley, up on a mountain, and back.
He brought me blessings to make my heart sing and trials to make my character stronger. This trip with friends Jenny and Kjersten revealed how much I’ve been blessed.
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I finding truths of God displayed in nature... one of the most beautiful (and surprising) things I've seen is how breathtaking the dessert is in fall.
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