We spent four days and three nights at the Grand Canyon. It seemed like at any moment it looked different. The light changed. The river appeared. There was new and different beauty!
I was told about a group that was on its way to Las Vegas. They got off the bus, spent a few minutes glancing at the sight, snapping some photos, and then buying some souvenirs, and then climbed aboard to go on their way. It made me think. Will we miss it? "Climbing back on the bus," rushing ahead, slaves to our busy schedules? Or can we pay attention, and notice today the unspeakable beauty of what God has done, and what God is doing?