“And if this land had eyes, it would wake to find two strangers
in its fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its
tinge upon earth’s shore. This land, which has seen untold sunrises,
longs to thunder praise but stands reverent, silent so that man’s
weak praise should be given God’s attention.”
~Donald Miller, passage taken from ‘Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road’
Moving west with the summer sun, I found myself somewhere along a lonesome stretch of highway in western, KS–about 70 (or so) miles from the Colorado border.
As the sun broke through the clouds, I was taken back by the overwhelming beauty of the moment. Pulling over on to the soft shoulder, I felt like I should be scrambling to capture the scene that was unfolding.
But something inside me said otherwise.
Sliding easily onto the hood of my car, I waited and watched.
Sometimes it pays to listen to the voices inside.
Sunburst in July, somewhere in western KS
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