After dinner one evening, my date and I drove to one of his favorite places, a lookout overseeing the lights of the downtown of our city. He went on for the longest time about how beautiful this scene was to him; nothing was more beguiling than the night lights of the city. I looked at him and decided, right then and there, that this relationship was not for me.
Of course that was not the only reason, but later another young man invited me to see his garden and we ended up digging dandelions out of his front yard until dark. After experiencing canoeing, hiking, cross country skiing, and tent camping with this guy I concluded that his love of the outdoors truly drew me to him in every way. Oh yes, this was the guy for me.
Since that humble beginning, forty years ago, we have beheld numerous, amazing vistas all over the United States and beyond. In this photo, from Zion National Park, I was so dehydrated and exhausted and mad at him for leading me that high and that far that he is lucky I didn't accidentally give him a little shove after snapping the shot. But how could stay angry I when the view was so enchanting? Sitting on those red rocks and feeling the gentle breeze while overseeing the grand vista, changed my exhaustion into appreciation and thankfulness. I'll have to admit that it was worth all the hard work to get there.
On that trip we felt that just driving through one National Park would have been enough glory for one human for a lifetime. But we went on to explore Arches, Mesa Verde, Bryce Canyon and Canyonlands during a two week period and could hardly contain the wonder we beheld. We spent hours and hours trekking on trails, up hills and over huge boulders in the glaring August sunshine. We just couldn't stop, never knowing what beautiful, glorious thing we would find around the next corner!
The psalmist writes, "I lift up my eyes to the mountains - where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth." I've have always been surprised that he looked to the mountains and found that the LORD was his helper. God revealed himself through his handiwork. I want to draw such conclusions and find strength as I "lift up my eyes."
I hope the young man who loved the city lights grew and expanded his definition of beauty, and I'm sure he did. But I am also truly thankful that I waited for the one who enlarged and developed mine.