TITLE: Eyes To See
By Sandra DeHoogh
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My entire focus was on the scenery which was rushing past. I had seen this route many times before but every time it appeared so different. My eyes were not casually, but almost desperately trying to soak in all the beauty. Mystery of family in every old farm house; shadows made by the sun as it slid behind the mountains; undulating slopes which created a sense of mystery rolling into the winding valley and the river which we had crossed a half dozen times in this one trip.
Overwhelming thankfulness met me with a delicious peace relising that God had put me in such an awesome place, that He had given me the eyes to see this land for the exquisiteness it held. On many trips before, through places just like this, the jewels it had to offer would flatly glaze past my eyes, unrecognised and ungratefully demonstrated, the drive merely tolerated, the destination the only pleasing climax to the journey.
And even this trip could be considered only a thirty minute drive from Dungog to Salisbury. This time though, God gave me such a generous gift, wrapped in such a huge package and I was totally absorbed in it and totally full of awe of it’s creator.
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