There are times on the West Coast when my heart sings.
Stepping into the tranquil green of a redwood forest is one of those precious moments.
It’s so peaceful here, you can listen to water droplets falling onto the forest floor.
Trails are slick with redwood needles, thick and luxuriant amid spring moss and lichens and Jurassic Park-style, giant ferns.
It’s astonishing to be here.
Old growth forests have disappeared all over the world, and many West Coast forests are second- or third- or later growth. Some replants are no more than manmade tree farms.
But these giants, protected in Jedediah Smith State Park, are among the oldest trees we still enjoy in their original setting.
Walking here is like being in the grandest cathedrals of Europe or South America — but better. There is nothing manmade here to glorify God, just the incredible beauty of God’s own creation.
“I wish you could see what I see” is a regular feature of living in gratitude, where we celebrate precious moments.