As you may know, I went on a little road trip to Arizona last week.
As I piloted the 16 hour voyage, I was continuously amazed by the grandeur of this earth we live on.
I was close to tears on more than one occasion.
They were tears of happiness and wonder.
To me, Nature has always held divinity--and this trip was a spiritual experience.
The new blossoms on the trees, the rich red rock of the canyons, and the marshmallow clouds all seemed to be singing testaments of the God of Nature that created them.
How grateful we should be to have a Father in heaven, who is the greatest of all artists, allowing us live on His canvas and partake of it’s splendor.
If your faith is lacking, I implore you to take a road trip--I’m not sure how you could doubt, come your journey’s end.