Clouds abated today and sunshine peeked through, a welcome respite from a lengthy stretch of stormy weather . . . and I heard the mountains calling.
John Muir once said, “You are not in the mountains. The mountains are in you” . . . and today they moved in.
High among mountain cathedrals’ majesty, blanketed in pristine virgin white, He silently whispered to my soul in the solitude . . . Peace, Hope, Joy and Love . . . so thirsted for in the world below me.
Scripture tells us that faith can move mountains . . . climbing mountains always moves my faith to greater heights, wishing I could linger longer.
“I will lift mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.”
Psalm 121:1-2
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The inviting aspect always overwhelms the foreboding of the snow in my wilderness treks Gary. Where is the “woods and lakes” corner of creation He has placed you to enjoy? Be blessed brother!
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A wonderful trek and scenery. The mountains give you perspective I do not have from the woods and lakes Fred. The snow looks so inviting and foreboding as well.
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Beautiful!
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