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Many of the grand nature Psalms are attributed to Asaph. Isaiah 36:3 mentions Joah, Asaph’s son, the recorder. A recorder was an official of the king’s court (court official), a chronicler, someone that possibly had the responsibility for keeping the king informed, advising him, and communicating the king’s commands. It occurs to me that I am not an author, or writer, but a recorder. I record what God shows me in nature, the parallels between scripture and God’s Word unfolding in the wilderness before me. I am not an author, I am a recorder. God is the author and finisher, I am merely the recorder of His beautiful words.

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The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. It shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice even with joy and singing…for in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert. And the parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water—grass with reeds and rushes. (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭35‬)

I snapped this pic from our homestead in a high desert basin just below the Beartooth Mountains in Clark, Wyoming. The thoughts of our high-desert solitary wilderness bursting with streams and rivers of life fills my mind.

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You must be near God to hear God.

Come near, ye nations, to hear; and hearken, ye people: let the earth hear, and all that is therein; the world, and all things that come forth of it. (Isaiah 34:1)

I snapped this pic of Rock Creek from Parkside Campground in Custer-Gallatin National Forest on the Beartooth Highway All-American Road (US 212) just outside of Red Lodge, Montana.

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We read the Bible like it’s a novel storybook instead of the living Word of God. The scriptures are daily instruction and life to those who understand their power. Authors strive to write novels utilizing novel ideas and with novel approaches. I don’t want to write in a “novel” manner, I want my writing to reflect the truth, skill, and style of the master.

I snapped this pic of sunrise over Heart Mountain from my homestead in Clark, Wyoming.

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You can take my nothing and turn it into your something, or I can take your something and turn it into my nothing.

I snapped this pic in the Bass Brook Wildlife Management Area, where the Mississippi River flows through the Pokegama Reservoir in Cohasset, Minnesota.

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Sound, light, and touch are all vibrations of the Creator. My eyes are a record player needle reading the beautiful song the Creator encoded on this wild place. If you read the echoes, their voice is still heard.

I snapped this pic of a piney snowflake made of snowflakes on Chief Joseph Scenic Byway, just outside of Sunlight Basin, Wyoming.

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Warm me with the beauty of your word.

I snapped this pic in Apostle Islands National Lakeshore, Wisconsin.

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Sanctify my ambition and motivation in your sanctuary. Bind the fear of my legacy in a great roll that will never be read. Be my fear, that my pen may write your thoughts toward me.

I snapped this pic of a trout making his way up the falls in the Iron River at Port Wing, Wisconsin.

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God speaks with a strong hand! The Psalmist says that God fashioned man (PS 119:73) and the mountains (PS 95:5) with his hands, everything else he spoke into existence. Perhaps this is why there is a majestic bond between men and mountains, God’s hand formed both from the same dust.

I snapped this pic of Sinopah Mountain and Painted Tepee Peak looking over Two Medicine Lake in Glacier National Park, Browning, Montana.

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Darkness does not exist, it is merely the absence of light. Cold does not exist, it is merely the absence of heat. Death, disease, and suffering only exist when our free-will choices are absent of God’s will.

I snapped this pic of a campfire with my love @no-name-r at Buffalo Bill State Park in Cody, Wyoming.

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If we were to genuinely seek God, this is the kind of place we would find him.

I snapped this pic on the Upper Terrace Trail at Mammoth Hot Springs in Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming.

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New starts begin in the heart.  I love God’s Word with my whole heart.  I meditate on His Word as today slips into tomorrow; it wakes me early in the morning.  

I snapped this pic of a new day dawning over Heart Mountain from our homestead in Clark, Wyoming.  Our new start began in the heart and blossomed into the high desert kingdom assigned to Heart Mountain’s dominion.  

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The beauty of this place is so elementary and innocent, as if written by a child.

I snapped this pic of the Abyss Pool at the West Thumb Geyser Basin in Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming.

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The human story would not contain the phrase “And it came to pass” had we not chosen sin, as nothing that was created would have passed, and everything that was created would still be. “And it came to pass” is a consolation phrase used to dress the wound of human history festering in a septic relationship between time and turmoil. The phrase is found 463 times in scripture, the first time in Genesis 4, just after man’s first sin recorded in Genesis 3.

I snapped this pic of the Eagle sunset over the Beartooth Mountains at our homestead in Clark, Wyoming.

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Take time to know the joyful sound of walking in the light of his countenance.

I snapped this pic of the beginnings of sunset over Grand Teton in Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming.

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I suppose that nature, with all its cohesive design and interdependent structures, writes a story not explained by my reason.

I snapped this pic of a red-winged blackbird on Chance Road in Belfry, Montana. Which came first, the subtly-streaked brown-colored female, or the all-black male with the bright red and yellow patch on his shoulder?