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The Heavens are Telling the Glory of God

June 8, 2012

And all Creation is Shouting for Joy.

I’ve never particularly liked that song, but lately, I’ve been realizing how absolutely true it is. How often do we spend time looking at the world that God gave us and really, truly appreciate it? I’m so grateful that I’ve had the chance to do just that while on Crossroads.

This past week, I was on night shift.

In all honesty, I was really excited to take part in the whole “walking at night” thing. I was one of only two people on the walk that hadn’t been on night shift yet. It’s such a different experience.

Sunday night.

my team warns me that night shift isn’t really all that great: it’s hard, it’s tiring, and by mid-week, I’ll be cranky and exhausted.  nevertheless, I’m excited to begin.

We drive two hours to our starting point.

Kirstin and Josh are starting out, so Zechariah, Stephanie, and I wait in the car. While waiting, Zechariah and I record some ridiculous dances to (maybe possibly) make a fun music video.

Sunsets are gorgeous.

Have you ever watched the sun set while standing on a hill overlooking a valley, with mountains in the distance? I got to do that on Sunday night, and it was magnificent. Even the swarms of mosquitoes couldn’t keep my happiness level low.

Josh and I set out.

We pray our rosary, and as the moon rises in front of us, we talk. Funny stories from growing up and from high school.

The moon was so bright that we could see our shadows behind us.

We make jokes about alien attacks, and listen to birds that sound like hyenas. The moon is above us, shining and brilliant in the sky.

Pure beauty.

When I get back in the car, I sleep for a couple hours, then it’s time to walk again.

Zechariah and I begin walking and pray another rosary.

It’s early in the morning and the sun has started to rise. Conversation comes surprisingly easy at 4:30 am. There’s a hint of glow in the sky, and as time goes on, the sky lights up into a dozen different colors: reds, oranges, yellows. We watch deer scamper across a field and stop right by the car, about a mile up the road. Cows wandered out to pasture and began their gentle mooing.

Monday night.

If there was a night that I could remember for the rest of my life, it would absolutely and definitely be monday night.

Wow.

Josh and I set out around 9. The moon was bright; not as bright as the night before, but more full. After praying our rosary, we talked about faith. Every once in a while, a train would pass on the tracks next to us, its light piercing the darkness up ahead. The gentle chugging was a reassuring sound that I normally wouldn’t have been aware of. Semi trucks passed and I could feel the whoosh of air that they pulled behind them. The air was cool but as we walked further, we were able to take our sweatshirts off and just wear the reflective vests over our PRO-LIFE shirts. As we heard a car or truck approach, we’d turn on our flashlights, the soft light showing where we were and lighting our way.

Again, I slept.

Sleep comes easy when you’re walking at night. We’re awakened at 4 am to begin the last 5-mile shift of the night.

We were both tired, so after the rosary, we fell into silence. With 4.2 miles to go, we could already see the van up ahead, hazard lights flashing bright in the dark.

It’s amazing how your senses are heightened at that hour.

The moonlight reflected off a white barn, a mailbox, and three simple crosses at the side of the road.

In unison, our footsteps were loud on the pavement. Every so often, one or the other of us would kick a stone, and it would bounce to the side.

I could hear the wind blow gently through the grass.

Horses whinnied and beat their hooves in a nearby stable.

A small stream trickled into a ditch nearby.

Just before the sun began to rise, the birds started singing. First, just a single song, then the whole area was filled with melodies and harmonies of all different birds. Some loud, some soft; they combined to form a symphony for us as we walked.

I could see a wooden pole rising against the lightening sky, a nest perched on top. As a large bird, probably an eagle, rose from the nest, Josh broke the silence.

“Nice”

-Wow.

Silence again.

Not the awkward I‘m-trying-to-think-of-something-to-say-and-can’t silence, but beautiful silence. A Full Silence that can only come from listening to God and all of His creation.

The sky started to be illuminated. directly to my right was the full moon, still shining with all its glory, and to my left was a hazy sky.

Deep gray-ish purple mountains rose against a lighter purple sky, set off by medium blue clouds.

Words cannot begin to describe the depth of beauty that filled that space.

We were surrounded by mountains on all sides, by whispy clouds up above and the gently rising sun as the cherry on top.

It was such a different sunrise than the morning before, but just as, if not more, phenomenal. God is a magnificent painter.

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What can I say; I’m in love.

I’m in love with the beauty that I have the ability to see on this journey.

I’m in love with the Creator of that beauty; the One who made it all, with my God, the Maker of the Heavens and the Earth.

In Him,

~Allison DeWolf

Northern Walk, ’12

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. Gloria M. Culy permalink
    June 9, 2012 10:54 am

    Beautiful writing, I too love to walk right before sunrise and have a talk with my friends the birds, Stephanie knows how dear they are to me. The sunrise is so beautiful isn’t it. I’m so glad you guys were able to walk with Mr. Moon he is also another friend that help out in a big way last year. Thank you so much Allison for writing your blog,you do such a wonderful job with it that I can see myself walking with you guys and gals. I have been walking with you all in prayer and my little 2mile walk every morning. Thank you so much!

  2. Vanda S. Lattie permalink
    June 9, 2012 5:25 pm

    Simply beautiful….I could actually picture in my head some of the beauty you are experiencing…WOW….praying for all of the walkers this year…God watch over and Bless each of you

  3. June 10, 2012 11:27 pm

    Loved reading your beautifully poetic post. 🙂 Ugh, brings back such wonderful memories. That song is a good one – walking through Washington and Montana brought “How great thou art” to mind often. So breathtaking!

  4. Ben Stallings permalink
    June 13, 2012 5:24 pm

    Awesome discriptions that anyone who has ever done a crossroads night shift would really appreciate… Thanks for sharing!

  5. Kyle permalink
    June 16, 2012 8:22 pm

    Man oh man… You guys have to stop making me so jealous and just talk about how tired you are! haha It sounds incredible! I’m praying for you all every day. Hope you find some reinforcements soon! God Bless!

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