It is amazing to see the mountains in New Mexico. Being a product of the Appalachian side of the country, I thought all mountains were green and crowded together. Thick and covered with luscious growth and trees bumping up against each other. then there is New Mexico. The first thing that hit me was the openness of the sky. Clear as far as you could see, and you could see forever. that brings me to the next thing I noticed. How immense everything is. It's like everything got super sized. I did, at first, miss the color that is the Smokies. Most of the color in those mountains are just different tones of beige. As I was ready to get my scoff on, I began to notice patterns in the rocks. Swirls and gashes and etchings created by oceans long since vanished. Each stone behemoth a potter's creation, with the prints of the masters hands visible in the finished product. Each one unique, each one beautiful. Each a testament of God's creativity.
Both mountain ranges were created through pressure. One by the pressure of the earth's crust, one by oceans carving and tearing and washing away. Both are left as distinctive, beautiful creations. We too are shaped by the pressures and events of our lives. Each of us individual, distinctive, beautiful. For beauty lies not in perfection, but in the scars and wounds of our lives. It is there where God reaches down, and touches us, heals us. It is there His hand print is visible. In the patterns of our souls.
Be proud of the person you are. You have been made a beautiful creation by the Master creator, with the touch of His own hand. His intimate, loving hand. Dwell in the love He has given.
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