Jackson Falls on the Natchez Trace. Wandered miles through pretty winding trails and up steep hills and could see the most amazing Tennessee countryside forever & ever. Past the animal sounds and the most beautiful falling water, it was the sweetest quiet I've ever known. There's something that feels so right about being among these majestic things. Moments that make my heart sing to the one whose hands formed them.
He holds in His hands the depths of the earth, and the mightiest of mountains. The sea belongs to Him, for He made it. His hands formed the dry land too. Come, let us worship and bow down. Let us kneel before the LORD our Maker, for He is our God!
-Psalm 95
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