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A Place to Contemplate

Grafton, Utah ... a Ghost Town 
When was the last time you took time out of your day to sit on a bench  or curl up in your favorite chair to just think?  Having, or ... taking time to contemplate may seem like such a luxury in the midst of our chaotic lives.

When visiting Zion National Park, we wandered to the little ghost town of Grafton.  In 1930 it had a booming population of 23.  A few lovely, old and well preserved buildings still exist.  The community was established to grow cotton in the fertile soil along the Virgin River.    

I'd like to think this bench was used by some woman who just needed to sit and enjoy a few moments to herself.  She might have had a sketch book in hand, a well read Bible or she just wanted to breath in nourishment for her soul.  What this photo doesn't show is the view beyond.

Having been there, I know what the view is.  There is a beautiful sweeping valley, with now uncultivated fields and rugged mountains in the distance.  One of my Grandma's favorite verses is taken from Psalm 121.  It says in part, "I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from the mountains?  No, my strength comes from God, who made heaven, and earth, and mountains."  A question to contemplate:  What are you seeing ... are you looking out?  

Reflect, ponder, contemplate ...  see the view that is beyond ~ Missy

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