Sitting in the foothills of the Cascade mountains in beautiful, central Oregon. Faith is so much easier here in places like these where Your beauty is loud and splashes across the sky in snow capped granite and vast untouched expanse. The heavy scent of evergreen and the sound of all creation living and breathing praise drowns out the deafening mundane of every day. I want to see You and hear You like this always.
Give my heart eyes to find this steadfast and unyielding beauty in the mountain of dirty clothes strew across the laundry room floor. In manure and shavings and garden weeds. In the deepest parts of me I know that You are as present - maybe even more - in sinks full of dirty dishes and in the sticky fists and mournful wails of an overtired toddler.
This quiet, mundane, every day is the holy place where strength is forged and faithfulness is lived.
Let me know Your beauty here. Fill me with the nearness of Your presence in the sacred of every ordinary moment. There is no other time to be faithful - no other day to yield my heart in joyful surrender. There is only now. And it is beautiful.
