We drove up over Loveland Pass yesterday afternoon on our way home from Breckenridge. We stopped and got out of the car and just marveled at God's creation. Both the mountains and the ocean call to mind God and his glory for me. Something about the incredible grandeur of both gets to me--it makes my heart pound and overwhelms me with a certainty of his greatness.
I love these verses from the book of Psalms about the mountains:
Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep. O LORD, you preserve both man and beast. Psalm 36:6
Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. Psalm 90:2
In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. Psalm 95:4
The mountains melt like wax before the LORD, before the Lord of all the earth. Psalm 97:5
Let the rivers clap their hands, Let the mountains sing together for joy... Psalm 98:8
My life story would be one of sorrow, bitterness, and defeat--of loneliness and despair--but God... Those two words for me have made all the difference. That he stoops down to save me is incredible beyond words. He is good. All the time.
G is also for goat. I'd love to have a pet goat someday. And just think, Toben would never have to mow again. Of course, my garden would be nipped bare too. So maybe not.
G is for girls. When I found out I was a pregnant both times, Toben and I both hoped for girls. We're just a girl family. I'm one of two girls, my mom is one of two girls...I just wouldn't know what to do with boys. People often ask Toben if he'd wanted a son, but he's crazy about his girls.
G is for garden and growing things. I love growing vegetables in my garden. The zucchini have totally taken over. Think I'll plant fewer plants next year and maybe add some yellow squash. The brussel sprouts are huge, but again, think I'll plant fewer plants next summer. I think I'd like to consolidate some and use one of my raised beds for a cutting garden. I can just see it filled with zinnias and gerbera daisies!
G is for Gran. That's what Audrey and Emma call my mom. NOT granny--that makes her eyes cross funny!
G is also for "Oh dear Gussie!" I don't know who Gussie is or was, but that's what my mom's family says when they're frustrated.
And G is for Girl Scouts. A huge part of our lives. Audrey began Girl Scouts in kindergarten and so did Emma. They both want to continue all the way through high school to earn their Gold Awards (the equivalent of being an Eagle Scout). That's fine with me--not many Girl Scouts go that far and those who do often receive college scholarships as a result. We begin again this month--Audrey starts Juniors next week, and Emma begins Brownies a few weeks after that.