Reminiscing

I am prepping spiritually for Urbana 2012 and Passion 2013, so I was flipping through my prayer journal I take places like that.  I found this which I wrote when I went on a mission trip to the Ooglala Native American Reservation in South Dakota....
[This was my reaction of my first sighting of the Badlands...]

Each time I blinked and my eyes opened yet again, I never ceased my amazement.  Like the psalmist, my heart sang at the work of my Lord's hands.  The light touched parts of the undulating sand mounds casting shadows.  The vastness of this seemingly separate world spread further than the horizon.  God truly does make beautiful things out of the dust.



P.S. These pictures don't do it justice.

The Badlands are named for their desolation.  These lands gave me a physical affirmation that God can and will and does create beauty out of desolation.  The hues of red riveted about the sand statues, and as the sun set, the red hues intensified turning later to blue and purple.  Although we listened to a devotional, my eyes were locked on that piece, on that glimpse, of heavenly and majestic beauty.