I snapped this picture on our trip home from Pullman.
The beautiful Palouse displaying endless rolling hills.
It can be surprising what image is captured when a shutter is closed
in a moving car.
This picture combines action and stability.
The foreground, a blur of grassy field almost obliterated by the speed of the vehicle passing it by.
A structure tucked in the middle, standing with exposed gaps.
The background, undulating hills.
Solid, stable yet named by movement…rolling hills.
Where do you reside within this landscape?
Are you the field blurred by the speed of life?
Are you the building, weathered and beaten down by the elements?
May I gently remind you that God is present in this picture?
In fact, He is the frame,
the lens restoring focus.
He longs to be more than your background, but your backbone.
He is solid.
He is steady.
He is active even when movement escapes our view.
If you are harried, perhaps it is time to heed the limits of speed.
If you are hard-pressed, place yourself in the shallows of His hills,
the intersecting place of rest, grace and peace.
Two scriptures declaring God’s care better than a photo:
We heard about it, then we saw it
with our eyes—
In God’s city of Angel Armies,
in the city our God
Set on firm foundations,
We pondered your love-in-action, God,
waiting in your temple:
Your name, God, evokes a train
of Hallelujahs wherever
It is spoken, near and far;
your arms are heaped with goodness-in-action.
Be glad, Zion Mountain;
Dance, Judah’s daughters!
He does what he said he’d do!
Circle Zion, take her measure,
count her fortress peaks,
Gaze long at her sloping bulwark,
climb her citadel heights—
Then you can tell the next generation
detail by detail the story of God,
Our God forever,
who guides us till the end of time.
Psalm 48: 8-14 (MSG)
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
he lifts his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.
Psalm 46: 1-7 (NIV)
Friends, may the One Who owns the cattle
on a thousand hills be your everyday focus.