and our trip was fantastic. We fell in love with so many new places. We felt the joy of friendships renewed. Our faith was inspired. We saw what we can accomplish as a family. And we had FUN!
I wrote this poem, to express some of my feelings as the trip progressed:
The Maker of Me
My mind is filled with wonder
and awe inspires my smile
when I stop to think that
the painter of the autumn leaves
the sculptor of the mountaintops
is the maker of me.
I shiver at the smallness
and quake with humility
when I make note that
the author of human history
and the endower of life's dignity
is the maker of me.
I am moved with gratitude
and washed in emotions
when I realize that
the designer of friendship's fondness
and the carver of sandy shores
is the maker of me.
I tingle with sheer joy
and my spirit is renewed
when I remember that
the conductor of my family's symphony
and tinkler of my baby's laughing bells
is the maker of me.
My memory races to remember
and my soul's love deepens
when I take time to reflect that
the worker of childhood's magical moments
and the source of wide-eyed wonder
is the maker of me.
I cannot quite express
and struggle for the words
to say how much it means that
the tiny babe for whom the star shines
and the angels sing with joy
is the Savior of me.
