There was no way I could have known it when I shot this photo. I had spent the morning exploring the old copper mining town of Jerome, Arizona when I saw them in their breath-taking glory for the first time. Across the Verde Valley, far off in the distance, towering above the horizon, there they were, the red rock cliffs of the desert. But I clearly, unmistakably heard their siren call to my spirit, beckoning me irresistibly to them. And to them I was drawn, like a magnet. Little did I know that they were to be my afternoon adventure.
If you look to the right of this towering rock formation, you can see Snoopy laying on his back, undoubtedly daydreaming while watching animals form from the clouds in the sky.
The raw beauty of this desert land filled my soul like sunshine fills the crevices of the red rocks day in and day out, nourishing me in deep and mysterious ways that I cannot explain. I did not expect this, but I welcomed it.
“Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand and marked off the heavens with a span, enclosed the dust of the earth in a measure and weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance?” Isaiah 40:12.
I know who has done such a thing, and I worship Him.