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| i will miss worship in English...I see Your face in every sunrise
The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to the sky and say
You’re beautiful
I see Your power in the moonlit night
Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars
It’s all proclaiming who You are
You’re beautiful, You're beautiful
I see you there hanging on a tree
You bled and then you died and then you rose again for me
Now you are sitting on Your heavenly throne
Soon we will be coming home
You’re beautiful, you're beautiful
When we arrive at eternity’s shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we’ll sing
You’re beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful
--Phil Wickham
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| Road trip in pictures, part 2July 16: Colorado
the Great continental divide, dude ranches, and Taco Bell for dinner
July 17: Colorado--Arizona
Painted desert, Pueblos, and blow pops=happiness
 (the top)
June 18: Arizona: Grand Canyon
The bottom, the squirrels, and the stars
June 19: Arizona: Grand Canyon
Sunrise, soreness, and Sedona: Donovan, Uncle Loren, and Aunt Carol
June 20: Arizona: Sedona
Family reunion and lotsa good food
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| Road trip in pictures, part 1June 11: Indy-Peoria-Iowa
Windmills, black squirrels, and polka
June 12: Iowa-South Dakota
Pink highways and good fellowship: Micah, Becky, Elijah, Jaden, and Zion
  
June 13: South Dakota
Badlands, Rushmore, and buffalo
June 14: South Dakota, Wyoming, Colorado
Got chased by birds, lonely cowboys, and mountains
June 15: Colorado
Amazing cousins, picnics, and 2 miles up
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| But he puts it so much better than me..."I jumped into one of those volkswagen camping vans and shoved off for the green lumpy places. a week into our American tour, we found ourselves at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, which is more lumpy than green, it turns out. By the time i got to the bottom of that gargantuan hole in the ground, i was miserable. it was beautiful, but when your head is throbbing, you don't want to sit and reflect on how beautiful things are. lumpy or not.
The Canyon is more spectacular from the rim than from the river. Once in it, everything looks like Utah. Beneath the billion stars and beside the river, i called to God softly. "Hello? I am sorry God. I'm sorry i got so confused about you, got so fake. I hope it's not too late anymore. i don't really know who i am, who you are, or what faith looks like. But if you want to talk, i'm here now."
It felt like i was apologizing to an old friend, someone with whom there had been a sort of bitterness, and the friend was saying it was okay, that he didn't think anything of it.
There is something beautiful about the Grand Canyon at night. there is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing." --Donald Miller
so we followed the footsteps of the great Don Miller, but i made it down without bloody feet or blisters. and i don't think it looks like Utah. I haven't been in Utah yet. Personally, i wasn't impressed by the top view. it is so big i just dismissed the whole thing. But you can't dismiss something you trek down, one foot in front of the other. something about red dirt really makes me happy. And i climbed an oak tree because i think better in a tree and i listened to David Crowder say:
And the problem is this
We were bought with a kiss
But the cheek still turned
Even when it wasn't hit
And I don't know
What to do with a love like that
And I don't know
How to be a love like that...
and then we hiked 5 more miles because somehow we got the wrong campground--the one halfway up. and thank God we did or i dunno because uphill 10 miles is a lot at one shot...and i was asleep even before the sky turned dark, listening to Carina read "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe" but at midnight i woke up, cold. i only had a blanket and a trashbag and it wasn't enough. The girls were sleeping and everything else was sleeping and i crawled next to Anna and looked at the sky and...
"There is something beautiful about the Grand Canyon at night. there is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing."
"Life is a dance toward God, i begin to think. And the dance is not so graceful as we might want. While we glide and swing our practiced sway, God crowds our feet, bumps our toes, and scuffs our shoes. So we learn to dance with the One who made us. And it is a difficult dance to learn, because its steps are foreign. And i think to myself, There is nothing i am missing. I have everything i was supposed to have to experience the magnitude of this story, to dance with God."
"A canyon is, after all, an upside-down mountain." --Don Miller
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