Those who live at the ends of the earth
stand in awe of your wonders.
From where the sun rises to where it sets,
you inspire shouts of joy. ~ Psalm 65:8
Words and images fail this morning as I awaken to Uganda. I can write of the kindness of the people here – the warm embraces and the smiles that are like sunlight. I can take pictures of the blinding brilliance of color – the green and orange and pink and purple that are woven into every vista.
But I can’t capture the divine music here. Try as I might, I can’t paint the rustling of the leaves in the breeze or the birdsong that is the inspiration for a million scores and a million dances. For the first time, I feel as if descriptions degrade the beauty. I am reduced to tears as my heart tries to sing along. My feet are moving to the rhythm of a song that needs no instruments, of a chorus that needs no words.
Let me hear good tidings of great joy – and hearing, believe, rejoice, praise, adore, my conscience bathed in an ocean of repose, my eyes uplifts to a reconciled Father… ~Valley of Vision