Post by troubledgoodangel on Nov 11, 2007 4:16:57 GMT -7
Each time I think of the Majesty of God, I am reminded of Alaska. I have lived there for 14 years, and I still can't get it off my mind. I haven't been lucky enough to land a job in the oil industry, but I got my Master there in British Literature, Victorian and Romantic. I have previously been to Antarctica, which is on the opposite end, but there is something about Alaska's Nature that is unique. Floating in the semi- frozen grey-silted waters of the Prince William Sound, among the amazingly blue and white sun-sculptured ice floes, I remember watching the lone mountain goats grazing miles away near the tops of the the distant mountains melting with the bay and the sky. They were no more that single black dots far above the horizon, if you can call it horizon, for everything was blue and undistinguishable and there wasn't any demarcation line. Being burdened with the unfreedom of economic deprivation, I envied the freedom of those goats! They were there with no one to help them, but God ... and He never disappointed: He was their Doctor and their sole Provider! I enjoyed the autumn aspen leaves, orange and crimsom, the fireweeds and the arctic roses, and of course the awesome McKinley. Just watching the landscape made my summer work as fish processor easier in the majestic Bristol Bay. Were it not for the idea that Heaven is more worth than Alaska, I would probably still be there!