Dennis and I went flying Friday morning in a friend's Cessna. What an experience! Watching the shadow of the plane on the ground get smaller and smaller as we climbed higher and higher...
We took the motorcycle down (the airport is in Marion, NC), and I was overwhelmed by the things I saw because I didn't have to concentrate on driving. What a beautiful ride!!! The mountains are incredible...so blessed to live here!
What came to mind was...well, different. The day before, I watched "Full Force Nature" on the Weather Channel. A guy with a video camera chased a tornado on a complete whim. At one point, he tried to get out of his car to get a better shot and almost couldn't get the door closed back due to the force of the wind. He said he'd never felt so small in his life.
That's how I felt on the bike...small...surrounded by incredible beauty that came to life with a single word from our amazing God. And yet, here we are - created in His image, given the same power and authority, the same life and death - the true pictures of beauty according to Him. It was one of those mind-blowing moments as I considered the greatness of His power, beauty, purpose...and His love...
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That is how it was for me on the Eiffel Tower. As I was walking around the top, AMAZED at what I saw!! and thrilled by the incredible peace I felt, I kept hearing Him say..."if you will trust me I can do amazing things in and through your life"! I will never forget you, my friend, praying for me and with me and the incredible feeling of overcoming a fear. Many times over the past year that experience has been the encouragement to do other things in life that seem scary. Like going back to school...which I just did...I started classes at AB Tech today! I am soooo excited about this new journey!!
I love you Pash! Thankyou for your heart and all that you have put into my life!
Thats my Pastor... motorcycle ridin', prop plane flyin' poet!
Becky...here you grow!Congrats on stepping out, beautiful girl!
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