Sense of Wonder

While waiting for some of the photos from our week in France to finish uploading, Lee Ann Womack kept crooning in my ears.  As I watched each image pop up, I heard "I hope you never lose your sense of wonder..."  Whether it was Geneva at sunrise or gazing up at the historical Reformers of our faith,

I was oftened reminded of what an incredible time and place this is that God has designed for us.  After our short stop in Geneva, we drove on toward the little French gite near Orpierre that Patrick had reserved for us.  This was the view from our kitchen window ...

Again, I heard "I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance ... "  We spent the week in the French Alps ... indescribable.  Lavender fields, apple orchards, vineyards, sunflowers stretching their heads above their neighbors ... and oh yes, those incredible, majestic mountains.

At times I feel that my view is too small or that it may be obstructed,

 but then, simply because of His grace, God sets my feet on high place.  To see a bit of His Glory.

OK, these are not my feet, but to see Bear's joy at the midway point of our hike (that's the Mediterranean Sea in the distance) or to see Isaac's face light up as the Tour de France races past him,

these are gifts from the Good Giver.  And here are some more.