The beauty of Grandma and Grandpa heading up to Northwest Iowa right when I needed to go there.
The beauty of hopping in a car with a guy I didn’t know, and just knowing that he is a Christian being enough for credentials.
The beauty of the Missouri River valley, the cheese of the prairie, the rock formations of Wyoming, the cottonwoods of Montana, the mountains of Idaho, and the fruit stands of Washington.

The beauty of a blizzard in May at the continental divide and the beauty of finally driving out of it.

The beauty of seeing the peak of Mt. Rainier when we were still hours away.
The beauty of the winding road to Ashford.
The beauty of being escorted straight back to the employee break room and fed tacos and chocolate walnut pie.
The beauty of arriving.
The beauty of 60• and deep piles of snow.

The beauty of a dresser and a closet and a sink in my room and a toilet and shower room shared with the room next door.

The beauty of having my own room for a couple days and the beauty of expecting my roommate’s arrival from Rwanda.
The beauty of 100% awesome teammates.
The beauty of the body of believers.
The beauty of teaching some Spanish to my Singaporean coworkers.
The beauty of the walk home after work.

The beauty of God directing my words in a conversation with a seeking unbeliever.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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