Journal Exerpt

...The beauty of these hillsides adorned in silver moonlight staggers the mind. As I look at it my heart begins to tremble at the sheer glory of the sight. I find myself aware that beauty such as this must have spilled directly from the hand of God and therefore is worthy of my tears. And as I weep, I wonder if the rocks have indeed begun to cry out for the presence of the Lord.

Meanwhile, we sit and admire the marvelous sunsets - we sit on our porches in the evenings to feel the soothing breeze - we hike and explore, taking photos, making movies, desiring new words to describe old majesty. All the while, that which we are admiring, is lifting all praise to the one commanding our worship. Have we missed the creator for the created?...

-M

**Afterthought. I posted this and then Kel read it and remarked (correctly it turns out) that she thought this sounded similar to a portion of Don Miller's intro to "Through Painted Deserts". Turns out my journal entry must have been influenced by one of my favorite selections of writing. Who knew?! For the record, it isn't plagiarized or paraphrased, just similar in thought and rhythm.**