Yesterday we drove back from Waterton (but that's another story). We are back in the place where we don't have to put our luggage in the car every day (which I like).
Yesterday morning, before we left, we took a scenic drive through winding roads and up into the mountains. While I was looking around at scenery and remarking that it was pretty, but not what I expected, my husband said, "I think this road goes to something. We are not there yet."
(The night before we had just taken a little road into the mountains to try to see wildlife. We drove a little while, and then turned around and went back. We were not sure where that road led, if anywhere.)
So we kept driving for awhile, and sure enough, the road led to a clearing where there was a large parking area, and a beautiful canyon: our destination. We walked over to the top of the canyon, with jutting red rocks and a clear stream rushing over rocks below. There were bridges and walking paths and a sign which read: "Now that you are here, you are not at your destination yet. There are several opportunities to experience the canyon."
Now we walked until we reached a waterfall, into the woods, along steep cliffs. We passed people coming the other direction, including a couple from Germany. The waterfall was not the largest i have ever seen, but up close, you could see the clear water running in crooked directions, and over rocks. It looked a little like a twisty waterslide.
There is the journey, the destination, and the journey again.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning, is now,
and ever shall be
world without end. Amen.
The journey: World without end.