During a recent trip to historic and beautiful England, I found myself strolling along the busy narrow streets of Oxford. They were lined with castle-like colleges, Tutor-style houses and majestic churches. The streets were bustling with double decker busses, rushing bicycles, black cabs and long gowned graduates. I suddenly realized that for the past two weeks I had not once looked up at the sky! I was surprised by a revelation that reminded me of what was beautiful about my humble hometown.
Back home, in Amarillo, Texas, I look up at the sky all of the time. I am inspired daily by seeing the wondrous, dramatic, and ever changing expanse above and all around me.? There, on that dream-come-true vacation, God again drew my attention to why I love the sky at home. Back on the High Plains, flat and dry as it is, there is nothing to block my view. I barely have to look up to see enormous clouds, bright dramatic colors and great moving streaks of rain. And at night, I don't have to strain my neck to find a universe filled with dazzling stars.
I say, again and remind, because I know I have had these thoughts before. I even wrote a poem (included below) about them in my recently released photography/poetry book, Listening Like Breathing. But God is so gracious, patient, and faithful to keep reminding me, and sometimes in dramatic ways to drive the point home.? Now, when I find myself bored or depressed because of a lack in one area, I look around or simply up and find that He is meeting my needs, as He promised He would.
Be open, look for where He has chosen to provide, pause, and soak it in.
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Kirk's books Listening Like Breathing and The Grace of Rain are both available through Amazon.com. He will be attending the upcoming Alumni retreat in October and hopes to meet more of the Leadership Institute family. Kirk is looking forward some meaningful time alone with the Father, the fellowship with fellow leaders, and perhaps time spent sharing some poems with one another.