God’s fingerprints never cease to amaze me,
and the way He chooses to remind me in the everyday moments of all His grace
poured out in my life. I contemplated
the scene before me. The rugged rock
formations, the crags that rose from the red soil and split the sky jagged and
uneven with a dusting of powdered sugar snow all about.
The frigid wind
so very different from the previous week when I had viewed this same vista
under clear blue skies warmed by the sunshine.
The place I was standing was the same but the season had changed so
quickly. I could not help but consider
how my life, the graces God has given, and my pile of stones is still the same.
He has not changed. Snow falls, sunlight warms, and colors change, but God
remains the same. The Rock of my salvation; Who He is and what He has done in
my life remains.
Here I stood in the
Garden of the gods knowing that the One True God who formed the mountains and
the rocks, amidst which I stood, is the God who is the same yesterday, today, and
forever. He is the God who calls me to
remember, to tell of His greatness, to share of His grace and mercy toward me,
and to tell of His salvation to the nations.
The seasons of my life may change, and snow may seem to cover over the
pile of stones but it still remains waiting for the sun to shine through and
melt the covering allowing me to once again see and share.
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