to the red jagged cliffs of Moab. Where does my strength come from? It comes from the Rock, my firm foundation, tower above all else. He made the rust-tinted rocks, the desert-green trees, the cooling breeze, and everything in between. In the midst of all this natural glory, He created us to add to the beauty.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
I lift up my eyes
to the red jagged cliffs of Moab. Where does my strength come from? It comes from the Rock, my firm foundation, tower above all else. He made the rust-tinted rocks, the desert-green trees, the cooling breeze, and everything in between. In the midst of all this natural glory, He created us to add to the beauty.
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God has been drilling Psalm 121 into my head over the last month or so (at a Benedictine abbey, a funeral, at Pierced...it's nuts), so I super appreciated this take on it. I loved the whole thing, but the last line is especially beautiful.
Yes, methinks that next time that picture will need to include the shadow of a bike.
add to the beauty? perhaps a sara groves reference? sounds like an AMAZING trip :)
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