For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also. Psalms 95:3-4
His lightnings light up the world; the earth sees and trembles. The mountains melt like wax before the Lord, before the Lord of all the earth. The heavens proclaim his righteousness; and all the peoples behold his glory. Psalms 97:4-6
(Photo: Sunrise over El Paso)
Marylynn and I just got back from a trip to Utah. This photo was taken on flight out. We were able to visit 5 National Parks – Zion, Bryce, Capitol Reef, Canyonlands and Arches.
We feel so blessed to not only visit these parks, but to be physically able to hike several miles each day and to have each other to share the experience with.
This photo was taken flying over Provo, Utah. The snow capped mountains create a stunning visual. What strikes me most though is the river traversing through the mountain ridge. How does that happen? Geologists probably have a good theory. Whatever the explanation, I’m sure you have to go way back in history for it to make sense.
Unfortunately, I didn’t enjoy history much when I was in school. I certainly enjoy it much more now. In large part, that is because I want to understand why things are the way they are now and I recognize that you need to go way back in history for an understanding. I’ve learned a lot over the past 3 weeks. History that isn’t taught in schools. Experiences that others have had that I have not.
I pray that each of us will have the humility to listen and learn.
This photo was taken on a flight out of Chicago earlier this year. If you look closely, you can see the top of Willis Tower (formerly Sears Tower) sticking up through the clouds.
A number of phrases come to mind: the tip of the iceberg, up to my eyes in (fill in the blank), struggling to keep my head above water, lost in a fog. It strikes me that all of these have a negative connotation. There is something inherently frightening about darkness and not be able to see.
There is nothing concealed that will not be revealed, nor secret that will not be known. Therefore whatever you have said in the darkness will be heard in the light, and what you have whispered behind closed doors will be proclaimed on the house tops. Luke 12:2-3
This was a view from near the top of amount Washburn in Yellowstone. The Grand Canyon is seen crossing in the center of the photo with Yellowstone Lake behind it. In the distance, you can see the mountains where the Yellowstone River begins. It was literally breathtaking, but some of that may have been due to the hike to over 10,000 feet.
It’s an incredible feeling, having such a vantage point. Very different than what you would see from an airplane. In fact, we flew directly over Yellowstone as we were traveling home. From far away, such on a plane, everything looks very two dimensional.
This photo was taken as we were approaching to land in Athens. Athens is near the center of the photo. When I took the picture, my focus was on the city and how it seems to be creeping up the bordering mountains. I didn’t notice the layer of white near the top of the photo until I was editing it. My initial thought was that these were mountains, maybe even the Alps! But on closer inspection, I realized they were “only” clouds.
Why do I find it disappointing they are not mountains? Maybe clouds seem more common or ordinary. While there is comfort in the familiar, excitement often lies in the unknown or at least the less known. Conversely, there is a tendency to fear the less known. May we be grateful for both the foreign and familiar.
There are many things that I really enjoy taking pictures of, and birds would certainly be on that list. I’m not certain why birds fascinate me but two obvious things come to mind. One is their ability to fly and the beauty of flight. The other is the amazing diversity of birds.
There is also an amazing diversity among people. We are experiencing a time when this is a source of much pain. Let us pray that it would rather be a cause for celebration.
“I can’t believe what I just saw!” Jack Buck, radio broadcast of Kirk Gibson Home Run in the 1988 World Series.
Flying home from Utah, I was looking out the plane window and saw only a layer of white clouds. Just a little bit later, I looked out and saw something I had never seen before. I’m really not even sure how to describe it. Somehow, while the sun was still shining above the clouds, it was also shining through from below the clouds. Fortunately, I took a picture so you don’t really need my description. God continues to amaze me!