Hardly a day goes by that I don’t think about the trip I took to Ireland this past spring. I never thought it possible to fall in love with a place, but I did. Never in a million years did I dream that I would get to go to such a place, but I did.
The time I spent at the Cliffs of Moher was, without a doubt, my favorite. I felt peace and exhilaration at the same time. It was a unique worship experience as I drank in the beauty of God’s handiwork.
Tiny yellow flowers dotted the grassy areas along the banks of the cliffs. Their smiling faces created a chorus of floral beauty. I joined in with my own voice and let the wind carry my praises upward.
Each time I look at these pictures they remind me of the joy I felt while standing at the edge of these cliffs. And I grow more and more determined to return one day to stand in that spot again, drinking in the magnificent scenery.
Jehovah is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I will take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.