That record and my teacher’s explanation of what the sounds meant created in me a great desire to visit the place that I was experiencing audibly.  So began my great yearning to see in person the Grand Canyon.  She made us “see” the donkey as it clip-clopped up and down the steep trails.  We “saw” the lightening that made the thunder roar and listened as the rains poured down.  She did an excellent job of teaching us how to live the music.  That is how my burning desire to see the Grand Canyon began.

Last year on my birthday, my oldest son and his family drove me to the Grand Canyon to fulfill my dream.  We went to a lookout point where a ledge of the rock jutted way out over the canyon.  I was breathless as I viewed the sights that surrounded me.  What a beautiful picture God painted when he took out his brushes and stroked the rocks in so many shades of red and other brilliant colors.  There is no way that a photograph cold ever capture the overwhelming picture that I was seeing.  I was awe struck trying to imagine the forces of nature that had created this treasure.

It made me think of my relationship with the Lord.  I can describe to others my trust in Him, the peace that I have in my life and my ability to handle problems because I know that He is with me.  Others just won’t understand until they experience it for themselves.  All I can do for them is the same thing my teacher did for me.    We as Christians need to paint that portrait with our words and actions so that others will have a burning desire to experience it for themselves.