Yesterday my daughter, her husband and my grandkids went to the Mount St. Helen volcano area. The kids saw much, were greatly touched and impressed.
When I was there years ago, what touched ME was the way the flowers came up after many stretches of time since the mountain was destroyed, thousands of feet. Beauty arose... and truly touched my heart.
Today and yesterday and days before that, while here in the Northwest, the Lord has poured His Seed upon me, my heart to reach out and pour seed onto hearts of others. Praying with/for people on the streets, in the rest areas, on the rivers. Simply dropped into my life, momentarily. I don't know the consequences, but certainly hope we will meet in heaven and truly know each other forever and ever in eternity.
YES, in the photo, the volcano rocks are obvious, the dead pieces of the trees in front of the eyes, and then the glory of the Lord breaking through miraculously. What else can we ever do?