As I was flying into Durango on Sunday, I was looking out my window admiring the mountains. I love the mountains. I'm in awe every time I look at them. They never get old. They never get ugly. I love the mountains! And every time I see them, as my breath is taken away, I thank God for his beautiful creation. It started as a challenge to myself when I first moved to Colorado--to be thankful for one thing a day (at least) and it was easy to be thankful for the beautiful mountains. . . .
Then it dawned on me. . . I love nature, I am in awe of God's creation all of the time whether it be mountains or trees or flowers or clouds or a beautiful starry mountain night sky. . . why aren't I in awe of the creation I see every time I look into the mirror? Eeks! Why can't I look in the mirror with that same wonder and awe? Am I not a creation of God's?
Hmmmm. . . something good for me to mull over!
Then it dawned on me. . . I love nature, I am in awe of God's creation all of the time whether it be mountains or trees or flowers or clouds or a beautiful starry mountain night sky. . . why aren't I in awe of the creation I see every time I look into the mirror? Eeks! Why can't I look in the mirror with that same wonder and awe? Am I not a creation of God's?
Hmmmm. . . something good for me to mull over!
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