My friends and I have begun to weekly set aside a time to seek God’s will for us in our city. We usually go to a park in the neglected part of our town and worship, pray, hang out with whoever is there, or just play haha. Yesterday, we decided to take a prayer walk through the neighborhoods and happened upon this beautiful spot. It just astounds me how you can find beauty anywhere.
The air was fresh and pure as she traversed over each crevice. She was astounded by all of its intricate unique parts. The valleys and high plateaus varying in altitude and beauty. The Great One who had created these mountains and lowlands had created the very heart beating wildly within her. As she stumbled along the high crags she would lift her song to the Most High. “I lift my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made the heaven and earth. He will not let [my] foot be moved.” (Psalm 121:1-3) I love you Lord! You are holy and gracious! High and lifted up! Blessed be thy sweet name that is beyond comparison! Kings and kingdoms will all pass away but your name will stand. I am loved by you my Beloved and what sweet news this is to me. Your passion ebbs and flows through the crevices of my heart and bursts forth liken to a ray of golden pure sunlight when the shutters of an enclosed, abandoned room are abruptly opened. The ray illuminates the dusty and disheveled room but it also reveals a way to find healing. Suddenly doors and windows are made clear. Now, the room can be cleared out by opening it up to the Source of fresh air. It doesn’t need to be adorned though. That’s the job of the Sun to dance beautifully upon the plain walls. All its beauty comes from the one who revealed its imperfections and weaknesses.