Psalm 139: 7-10
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
Rockhound State Park and Spring Canyon, New Mexico.
It was our second day of vacation and the middle of May. Dry, arid, windy, sun-scorched cacti for far as the eye could see. Nothing alive could grow here, could it?
Dried up ground, covered with a rainbow of colored rocks. Hunting for a treasure – a perfect turquoise stone. Turquoise wasn’t found, but beautiful green and red treasures instead, brought to life with a few drops of moisture applied. To remember this day I’ll take some home for my shade garden.
Animals were scarce, except for several enormous black ravens, catching the high winds rushing into the canyon, in hunt of something to eat. Surely, rattlesnakes and lizards slithered for cover.
It wasn’t hard to imagine how anything or anyone could live in such a harsh and deserted land.
Tall rock formations and deserted caves, rocky crags, some with what seemed like a type of arid moss, chartreuse in color.
Is that a cross in the side of a magnificent rock? It is! I see you Jesus, even in the middle of nowhere.
No matter where I go, YOU are there. Your love and faithfulness fill my soul anew every morning.
Thank you for the bountiful and beautiful reminders of your perfect love.