I’m not a traveler but I love pictures. I’ve been told they are a “slice of time,” a memory of feelings and sights and smells brought back by a piece of shiny paper or in these days a colorful, true to life computer screen. Pictures can tell the story of a journey, from birth to marriage to children to grandchildren to heaven-gone. They have a way different than words. We’re able to see with our eyes and hearts expressions of love and humor and tears on faces.
This United States of America is a beautiful country. As I said I don’t travel but the pictures whet my taste to go one day to the other side. I live on the Eastern side and have experienced the hills, the ocean, the rivers, the flowers, and the birds. I walk at a park each day and am a novice photographer who takes pictures of everything in sight. The world is just too beautiful to not share or remember. Watching my surroundings has the effect of making me parched, wanting to soak up every sight and keep it for tomorrow.
The Bible says, “The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.” Psalm 19:1-3, KJV We have in our country “his handywork.” He has given us the diamonds that He hung on a spider web. He’s given us the funky birds that make us laugh. Then there’s the sun rising on a misty winter morning that is a sign that “our God is a consuming fire.”
One day I’m going to see the beauty of God in the orange and tan of the Grand Canyon. One day I’m going to see the power of God in Old Faithful. I want to go to the Petrified Forest to see the Ancient of Days. I want to ride the train on the coast of California and experience the God’s-eye view of the ocean from the cliffs there. One day I’ll go. Whether it be this side of parting or the other side, the Lord will let me see them before I go Home. And I’ve already asked Him to take me during hurricane season so I can go up through the center of the storm that He stirs with His finger. When you get to heaven I’ll show you my pictures.
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