On the bus... 20.12.96

Father, I am in awe of You.
Looking at these hills and valley's and life, YOU created!! takes my breath from me. How can I describe in my feeble words and with my limited vocabulary, how your tree swathed hills reflecting the glow of the warm summer sun, also reflects a small part of you. How can I share with others the grandeur of Your creation and describe to them how I feel as I look down from atop a mesa, to see a stony white and moss crevase that leads to a bubbling white capped river? My words aren't adequate to paint this picture. This picture that I long to remember and describe to others. And if this is just earth, what must be heaven??! I'm glad when I'm there I must never return, that would be like hell, that I could not survive.
To have seen so much beauty and never be able to communicate it to another soul! Is that why you gave John the revelation so late in his life? Instead when I am there, I need never describe it - only praise you along with the countless others who will see and experience and will have all of eternity to enjoy it. For now, for this glimpse, at a pale shadow of how heaven will be.. I thank you Father - Amen.