The sun was glorious and the sky was a Caribbean blue. The days had a beautiful crispness to them like taking a bite out of a tart apple.
As we traveled along the masterpiece of beauty and color, His creative works did not go unnoticed.
The autumn colors were Gods beautiful palette. I felt more than once that we were riding into an artists autumn painting.
As we passed through the mountain valleys our eyes couldn't help but look up. Our gaze was always drawn to the top.
The road was edged in stately trees beckoning our adoration. The majestic mountains were unnumbered with miles of mountain peaks layered in brilliant shades of blue.
I was learning that I needed to keep looking up. Each day was an invitation to be amazed. We even spotted an eagle circling the tops of the trees.
God would remind me this is what I want you to do everyday. Looking upwards is a daily lesson. When I'm looking up and leaning in, I'm strengthened by grace.
The journey became my place of grace.
As I found my eyes in an upward gaze my heart kept calling me to worship. It didn't matter.....worship came easy, a place to say thank you. A place for a grateful heart.
It seemed I'd been to church.
We were on a road that had so many bends and turns that my hands gripped tightly as I struggled to relax. I was learning with each bend in the road that I had to trust. I had to trust my driver. I was totally dependent on my husbands motorcycle skills. Thankfully they were very good.
With every bend I had to lean when he leaned. We never knew what we'd find around each curve. But it was more lessons for me.
There would be new reminders each day to trust. It was with each bend in the blacktop that I would remind myself of the many blessings that I had.
I think I may have even heard the chorus of "how great thou art" through the roar of the motorcycle.
The things you learn on the back of a motorcycle.
Lean in.
Look up.
Trust.
Be amazed.
Have a grateful heart.
Yes. I'd been to church.
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