I’ve been camped at Crow Agency now for over a month. The awesome beauty of the sun setting in the west simply keeps coming day after day with glorious displays of splendor, seemingly with no end. I’m not sure how much more grandeur and wonder I can bear, how much more my heart can sing and my eyes can shed.

My mind has been echoing the psalmist’s astonishment, asking the question, “When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers . . . the moon and the stars you set in place . . . what are mere mortals that you should think of them, human beings that you should care for them?” (Psalms 8:3-4)

Call me crazy or delusional, but I feel as though the question is not going unanswered. In the very middle of my innermost being, in the deepest place of my heart to which I’ve been able to travel . . . I hear a Voice. I’m convinced it’s not my own. This Voice is echoing back to me:

“In My heart, you are the greatest wonder of all.”

And I’m left speechless. My mind staggers in disbelief. But I’m learning to believe . . . to trust and simply receive.

Then my heart melts and I’m enveloped in a pool of Love.