Pinecrest LakeWhen I try to use words to express the way that I feel about the mountains, something inside of me stops. I am able to formulate words about pretty much anything at anytime during the work week, so why is it that the words won't come on this one issue?
As a child, the mountains seemed to surround every good memory. From the camping trips to summers days spent at Pinecrest, I was blessed to be surrounded by God's creation from my first Christmas as an infant. Even as a child, there were times when I would stop and stare at a tree, mountain, or lake, and wonder about its creation. I didn't understand this prompting in my soul until later when I would learn that God gives everyone the knowledge about creation inside of them. What better way to feel the majesty of a holy God than to stare in awe at the mountain that He created.
As a teenager and young adult, I was cognizant of the connection between soul and creation and that only made my times of meditation more powerful. To sit by a mountain stream and read about a God who knows every hair on my head is an amazing thing! Anytime that I need to see the God who loves me enough that he would die for me, I can see Him through the sky and clouds. Every time that I need to feel Him, I can do so through the sun or the rain. Anytime that I need to hear Him I can do so through His word.
As I prepare to spend the weekend in the mountains, I pray that I will feel, hear, and see Him with every breath.
