My husband and I just got home from backpacking Havasupai Falls. The exhausting 20 mile round-trip trek into and out of the Grand Canyon was worth every step (even though I currently walk like the kid in Jurassic Park after he got electrocuted on the fence).
I ran out of superlatives before we even reached the water.
I have never been so awed by Earth’s majesty:
Of late, I haven’t been doing all that well, spiritually. (Call it a minor case of Pavilionitis.) But for three days this week, I was completely overwhelmed by the magnificence of God’s creation.
I swam in a turquoise oasis by day, tearfully viewed billions of stars by night, and clung to an almost desperate prayer of gratitude the entire time: Gratitude to God for creating such a beautiful place, gratitude to my friends for inviting me to see it, gratitude for a strong, capable body to carry me there, and gratitude to the Havasupai (“people of the blue green water”) tribe for sharing this incredible treasure.
Sounds among the vales and hills,
In the woods and by the rills,
Of the breeze and of the bird,
By the gentle murmur stirred –
Sacred songs, beneath, above,
Have one chorus: God is love.