Running down the hill to the creek is a blast. Hiking back up the high prairie while holding a camera and pushing a tired little man is work . . . but somehow everything is more fun when you are with the people that you love.Luke's parents live on some property that is fun to hike around on. The beauty of God's creation humbles me and turns my feeble fear and doubt into steadfast faith.
I remember sitting on a rock overlooking a creek last September. Doubts flooded my mind. Could God really ever bring a man into my life that I could honor, love, serve, and obey? Everything seemed overwhelmingly hopeless. I started to pray one of those faithless prayers, full of disclaimers and occasional pleading. Glancing up, I saw the beauty of what God had created. Conviction enraptured my soul. My God enjoys the impossible.
Now I hike with the man that God has allowed me to have a relationship with. I foolishly start to question His timing, the details, and whatever else. Now I look at His beauty again.
Has God not formed all things? Is He not able to perform everything in perfect order according to His will?
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