The book print is actually a cut-out of an extremely old Bible that no longer has a binding. It is Psalm 19. The written words are expressions of my time on the hike a couple days ago:
I feel God’s presence so strongly when surrounded by His beautiful creation. I breathe Him in. I smell Him in the dead leaves scattered on the forest floor. I am in awe of Him as I stand so small near His boulders. I am delighted at the mazes and hidden places to be found upon careful search. He beckons me to play, to laugh, to run. The stillness is deafening. The quietness allows me to hear another voice. The voice tells me, “I have created this all for your enjoyment. Soak in the colors, absorb their beauty, feel the textures of originality. I make things to grow to spark your imagination. I share my beauty with you. I am in love with you.” I love these whispers. They refresh me to my bones. I am His and He is mine.