“Distance deceives. It flattens depth.” I read this at an observation point, peering out over the Grand Canyon. It meant something to me. I’m still ruminating on it …
That happens with some things. They just kind of leak in, hang around somewhere in my thoughts and then occasionally pop up and tap me on the shoulder as if to say ‘remember me. I’m important.’
Moments in the peering can sometimes return themselves to the naked eye as flat, non-dimensional, right in front of you, touchable; like a painted canvas rather than etched and cavernous, raked, dredged and mottled, deep and rich – the carvings that make up the Canyon’s beauty. ‘Distance deceives.’ To be sure, the Canyon is vast. Its breadth stretching beyond the eye. One of the Seven Wonders of the Natural World. It was either placed there or had something removed from there.
Dan and I stopped at the Grand Canyon on the way home from gracefully placing our Marvelous Mystery … our last born … into the hands of a loving God draped in the likes of a college campus on the West Coast. We journeyed more than 1,700 miles to make our deposit.
There are emotions for that ….. There are few words for that ….. and there is that ‘deception.’ The one that says that ‘distance flattens depth.’
The day before we left on our trek, my Wide Eyed Wonder and her Red Headed beau left for South Korea …. for a WHOLE YEAR! They journeyed more than 7,000 miles to live and serve and teach among the children … to inhale an entirely new and beautiful way of life … more, more, more of what God created to explore and delight in.
There are emotions for that ….. There are few words for that ….. and there is that ‘deception.’ The one that says that ‘distance flattens depth.’
Deception can either incite fear …. or it can cause you to look at the truth … and smile.
And there is that tapping. Tap … tap … tapping. The one that nags: ‘remember me. I’m important.’ And I laugh. I laugh out loud. Really hard. Because the ‘truth’ is that for me and those girls … no distance could ever flatten the depth that we share. Life has been too full …. too rich …. too meaty. Life has been too real to be flattened … too tough to be overlooked …. to fun to be forgotten.
I will ‘remember that …. because it’s important.’