03/26/2026
I saw the Grand Canyon for the first time when I was about nine, and I remember thinking it didn’t even look real — like someone had painted it and just dropped it into the earth.
I went back, and I’m happy to report… it still looks like that.
But this time, it hit different.
Because somewhere between being a kid and becoming a woman who has wrestled with faith, questions, and the weight of real life… I found this strange, steady comfort standing there. Like — the world can feel chaotic, my faith can feel stretched thin some days, but then I’m looking at something that massive, that intentional, that intricate… and I’m reminded:
God is not small.
If He can carve something like that — something that leaves you speechless — and still think to give us simple joys like charcoal fires, burgers, and melted chocolate dripping off a graham cracker (not pictured, but man were they tasty)… then He’s not intimidated by my questions. He’s not overwhelmed by my “what ifs.”
He’s big enough for all of it.