We started in agricultural land then moved to low desert, then high desert. We journeyed through mountains, cattle grazing land, mesas, rolling hills, dense deciduous forests, and acres of grassy horse pastures.
We traveled through cities, large and small; peek and plum towns (peek around the corner and you’re plum out of town); and miles of uninhabited country.
And we met people. Individuals who would tell us about their town, give us directions, inform us about the best ice cream stops, and “not to miss” sites.
Our country reminded me of a photo mosaic, where a big picture is made up of a lot of much smaller pictures, and each of those smaller pictures––if you focus in on one––is complete and fascinating and important in and of itself.
This trip is reminding me once again of how huge and yet how minutely personal our God is. Yes, He created the world we live on and the awe-inspiring heavens in which it resides. But His love and grace is focused on us and our unique stories. And each of our stories, when put with all the others, is meant to bring glory to Him.
Photo from: Photomosaic.com