The Grand Canyon is Grand. I mean, grander than grand. There isn't even a word to describe it's grandeur. The first glimpse I got of it, I was brought to tears.
Then, as I sat and pondered it's vastness, I started to doubt it was real. Like it was some kind of projection, it was just too big and beautiful to be real.
It reminds me of my faith. Sometimes I doubt. I don't know how God can be so merciful and forgiving of such an imperfect person.
But He is and He does.
Jason and I hiked down into the canyon (not all the way...we still had a ways to go), but it is real, very real, and beautiful and magnificent.