Up here on the mountain these characters usually roam the neighborhood under the cover of darkness, but today they strolled by in broad daylight . . . fully Covid compliant . . . 6 feet apart, masked up, and they wash their hands often 😊
This evening’s glowing sunset held a two-fold paradox . . . the solemn awareness that everything has an end . . . the calming assurance that each sunset will reborn in tomorrow’s sunrise . . . just as my final sunset will someday be reborn in the Son-rise of my finest forever.
Yesterday Kermit was relaxing at his VRBO (Vacation Rock By Owner). Overnight ‘climate change’ set-in dropping 4 “ of white stuff and the temps 40 degrees. Kermit quickly abandoned his rock, checking into Muddy Bottoms to hide out for the remainder of the winter.
Uncertainty is a certainty of Life. The new year has arrived with devastation . . . surging pandemic numbers; tornadoes; blizzards; hurricane force winds bellowing raging fires, all wreaking a wake of destruction and tragedy. Tomorrow, but for the grace of God, could find any of us ravaged by such unforeseen ‘climate’ changes.
Thankfully, unlike Kermit, we have the option to face this world’s ‘climate’ changes and avoid checking into in Muddy Bottoms to hide out . . . we can permanently book a VRBO (VerifiedRock By Owner), verified since the dawn of creation to withstand any disaster . . .
“Rock of ages , cleft for me,
May I hide myself in Thee.”
Augustus M. Toplady
Be Blessed, and Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
From our Smoky Mountain home up on the mountain – down in the ‘holler – by the ‘crick’ . . . to wherever you and yours may be this Christmas . . . we wish you the Gift of the One who left Heaven for earth 2,000 years ago to bring “Peace on earth, good will to men” to everyone who chooses to accept the only eternal promise of hope and joy this world has.
Last week, some 5,000 miles north-by-northwest, found me gliding through freshly fallen snow. Shortly thereafter, some 35,000 ft. above terra-firma, found me zooming through the skies at 600 mph in high-speed-aluminum tubing. This afternoon, some 2,000 ft. up in the Great Smoky Mountains, found me shuffling through fall’s fallen leaves . . . fictional Star Trek travel fantasy a mere century ago.
Walking on the moon is old history. Today, there are people are living above the earth in a high-tech mini-condo, and some everyday citizens (admittedly wealthy ones 😊) are taking short jaunts into space for a quick, high-altitude adrenaline rush.
As mind-boggling as today’s travel would have been to Lewis and Clark trudging through the wilderness in the early 1800s, imagine the travel future our children will experience … living on the moon … up close and personal exploration of our solar system’s other planets … traveling the expanses the Milky Way … ???
Yet, each of us has already accomplished 2 of the 3 legs of the most mind-boggling travel journey of all … Heaven to Earth. The last leg of the journey remains to travel, and has but one of two final, forever destinations . . . the choice is ours alone to decide.
It was already accomplished some 2,000 years ago, and multitudes have since followed:
“In My Father’s house there are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I, am you may be also.” – John 14:2-3
The third leg of our journey has been paid-in full for anyone who accepts the offer and trusts the One who has already made it. Mind-boggling? … For Sure! … Prove it! … Can’t! … that’s why it’s called Faith. Hope to see you there someday.
Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come! . . . Mind-Boggling!
A ½” of virgin, unmarked snow . . . a cool, gentle breeze . . . a pinking hour sunset brushed across distant snowcaps – the wilderness wonder postcard God created for me to glide through before hanging up my skis and heading off to rejoin my life partner in the Great Smoky Mountains tomorrow.
I’ve missed her, and Lord willing, come Spring we’ll return together to the solitude of this awesome corner of creation with its vast wilderness reaches, rugged magnificence, and primal beauty John Muir once called “The Manuscripts of God”.
Happiness is zero degrees and a pair of skis . . . gliding over a wilderness lake, snow whispering beneath, winter’s sun above sinking behind distant mountain monarchs . . . Life is Good! . . . wish you could have joined me.
“He gives snow like wool; He scatter the frost like ashes.” – Psalm147:16
The Land of the Midnight Sun is rapidly entering its Midnight Moon season, as seen in this 4 PM/4-degree wilderness wander picture.
Watching the sun begin to silently slip below the distant Chugach Range conjured a somewhat ambivalent thought of peaceful melancholy . . . this scene is somewhat analogous to my life . . . my Midnight Sun season is slowly slipping below life’s horizon, yielding to the Midnight Moon. But there’s only peace . . . no remorse . . . as I stand alone in the frozen silence.
Life’s joys have been my sunshine, and the dark clouds of failure have taught me the past is a place of reference to grow from, not a place of residence to live in. I’ve been undeservedly blessed beyond measure, and know a Sonrise awaits that will never set.
“NeverthelessI am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him until that Day”. – II Timothy 1:12