Sand Storms

Some days I still wake up and I feel as though I'm in a totally different world. I head outside and instead of seeing immense amounts of space in every direction, there are mountains on one side and yet the sky still stretches out in every direction as if it will never end.

I know I've mentioned sand storms before. I've probably mentioned them every time we've had one. And I will mention them again. I'm used to snow storms, and how they can create white-outs, but it is such a foreign idea to me that there could be enough dust in the air to obscure anything. Yet it happens. As I was walking home yesterday, enjoying the wind whipping through my hair and the slight chill in the air, I noticed that I couldn't see the mountain. There is a mountain in the middle of El Paso. I know that for a fact. But yesterday, no matter how many circles I turned, and no matter how sure I was that I was looking in the right direction, the mountain was nowhere to be seen. In fact, everything looked sort of like this:

I was amazed at how something so small, just a bit of dust, could obscure something so obviously big. It was again a reminder to me that just because I don't see something, that doesn't mean that God doesn't have something big on the horizon. I just have to keep trusting.