Ten days ago, I stood on the sand and looked up.

The boulder was massive. It had cleaved off the cliff above and sat before us like a throne. It was over twenty feet high and covered with vegetation. Behind it, I could see the face of the cliff itself.

The sounds of the surf crashing against the cliff fill my ears.

I looked over at my buddy, Adar. He gave me a thumbs up. Without speaking, we both knew. This sight was magnificent.

God made this magnificent scene. I was in awe: filled with amazement at the beauty ― the tremendous power of creation.

Have you been to places on this earth where you have to stop moving and stand in awe of the creation?

I remember standing before Old Faithful, the most famous geyser at Wyoming’s Yellowstone National Park ― feeling blown away.

Or in Vermont, standing on …