Earlier this summer, my honey, Brad, suggested we go to the Grand Canyon. That was a great idea to me since I had never been anywhere out west before except Las Vegas. I couldn’t believe I was finally going to see one of God’s incredible creations . This one is on my bucket list. You know, one of those things I wanted to experience before I “kick the bucket.”
I counted down the days for a month. “How would I react,” I wondered, “when I see such a magnificent place in person?” I didn’t know if I would shout, scream or cry. The plane ride and drive there seemed like an eternity. I felt like a child again. “Are we there yet?”
We decided to start out with a bus tour so we could hear some of interesting information our tour guide would share. When he announced, “And here is the first view of the Grand Canyon, folks.” We passed the trees and there it was. Instead of seeing the bottom of big mountains, we were viewing them from the top. Layers and layers of huge, beautiful structures, made from God’s almighty hands.
And my reaction? Stone silence. I could only attempt to soak in the majesty and beauty of what my eyes were seeing. I don’t think I have yet to adjust to the immenseness, the glory of it all. And after my momentary shock of the view, I realized that the entire tour bus was quiet. It was – it seemed – a spiritual moment between us and God.
I will never forget the first second I saw the Grand Canyon with my own eyes. And at 53, it was a check on my bucket list well worth waiting for.