...For purple mountains majesty...I recently traveled to eastern Tennessee through the Blue Ridge Mountains to the place I spent four years of my life.
This was the view that I was lucky enough to have while I trudged my way to classes day in and day out. It was hard to be glum in the midst of such beauty. In fact the very act of looking up always felt like prayer, praises to the Creator for the beauty in the world and gratefulness for another day in awe of His gifts.
I still feel that way when I see the crocus in the spring or the evening sun reflecting off the water. And I pray that I never lose the wonder.
God's country for sure.
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