We spent a few hours this afternoon in Joshua Tree National Park. Again, a dry and desolate place. It's also strangely beautiful. We learned the Joshua Tree was given its name by a group of Mormon settlers who crossed the Mojave Desert in the mid-19th century. The tree's unique shape reminded them of the biblical story when Joshua reached his hands up to the sky in prayer.
Hmmm. I don't really see it. But it is cool to imagine every tree representing prayers lifted to God.
Greg and I have had a lot of time to pray and to pray together in these last few weeks. May God be merciful and gracious and tender to those who, especially now, need to know God is near.
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