On each flight into and out of SEATAC I’m inspired by a mountain. Towering 14,410 ft., Mt. Rainier pierces through the clouds in silent sentinel watch in over the cacophony of Seattle’s nearly 3 ½ million souls 59 miles to the southeast . . . a bittersweet contrast.
On this flight it was as though Mt. Rainier was gasping for air above the smoky haze of Oregon’s wildfires far to the south. It heightened apprehension that our planet’s escalating nature/civilization skirmish is one I fear nature is losing. Yet, in the melancholy beauty of the sunset, two Scripture verses and one classic secular quote quietly reassured me:
“In His hands are the depth of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to Him.” – Psalm 95:4
“…to appoint unto them that mourn, and give them beauty for ashes…” – Isaiah 61:3
“It ain’t over till it’s over”- Yogi Berra 😊
Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!
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Thanks Wynne. Perhaps someday my SeaTac layover will be delayed, and I’ll have an opportunity to harass y’all for a bit The same goes in reverse if you ever find yourself stuck at Anchorage International on your way to ??? . . . Siberia
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What? You were at SeaTac and you didn’t let me know? Beautiful picture and reflection on our plight…and our hope! Safe travels, Fred!
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