Peace cloaked my soul witnessing creation whisper “Good Night” in celestial hues.
“Be still and know that I am God.” – Psalm 46:10

Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!
Peace cloaked my soul witnessing creation whisper “Good Night” in celestial hues.
“Be still and know that I am God.” – Psalm 46:10
Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!
The 1984 movie Red Dawn portrays a group of teenagers banding together to defend their town and country from an invasion feared as the dawn of World War III. Entertaining, far-fetched cinema back then, still serves as an ominous warning in today’s contentious world.
Today’s sunrise was a Red Dawn of a more peaceful genre, a glowing splendor awareness of my insignificant, infinitesimal smallness, and His magnificent, unfathomable love. Were that our world would acknowledge our controversial smallness and pursue His healing greatness.
“One generation commends your works to another; they tell of Your mighty acts. They speak of the glorious splendor of Your majesty”.
Psalm 145:4-5
Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!
Life’s storms are inevitable. Watching our Creator brush His sunset masterpiece across the heavens nurtured the thought . . . magnificent sunsets are cast on cloudy skies.
Ralph Waldo Emerson’s poetic words sealed my peace . . . “Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.”
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth His handywork.” – Psalm 19:1
Waterfalls are Nature’s poetry in motion. Their roar of their turbulent flow embraces a quixotic, soothing serenity. Fueled by last night’s thunderstorms, I sat stream-side in eye candy wonder, listening to Creation’s rushing water symphony. I M blessed . . . May U B 2.
Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Worry is no joke! Its stress causes serious problems. Worry’s stress hormones in the brain have been linked to shrinking brain mass; lowering IQ; heart disease; cancer; premature aging; predicting martial problems; family dysfunction; clinical depression; and making seniors more prone to dementia and Alzheimer’s.
Some 500 hundred years ago, Michel de Montaigne said: “My life has been filled with terrible misfortune; most of which never happened.“ In 2015, long before Covid added to this world’s worried stress overload, an article published in the now-closed Huff Post reported on a study that confirms Montaigne’s humorous, but sadly spot-on quip.
In this study, subjects were asked to write down their worries over an extended period of time and then identify how their perceived misfortunes actually materialized. The results were as follows:
That leaves just 3 % of legitimate worries that most likely will happen just as imagined, regardless of whatever mitigating interventions may be implemented.
Perhaps there’s a tad of subtle credibility in Mad Magazine’s smiling, half-wit icon, Alfred E. Neuman’s motto. . . What, Me Worry? However, Alfred’s humorous motto is unrealistic, wishful thinking.
Truth is, some 2,000 years ago, One who carries the worries of each of us stated worry’s ultimate, one-day-at-a-time, remedy:
“Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” – Matthew 6:31
After nearly 8 decades of failed New year resolutions, I’ve finally arrived at one that works for me . . .
Leave the past in the past . . . the future in the future . . . and live life one-day-at-a-time today holding tightly the hand of the only One who knows all three, and needs make no resolutions.
Be Blessed!
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.
Merry Christmas !
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
Alaska has God’s fingerprints all over it. Here’s a few of His imprints from Prince William Sound.
Soul Therapy Recipe
Ingredients and Directions
1. One friend with a boat.
2. Launch in Prince William Sound on calm seas.
3. Stir in a vast wilderness of towering mountains and massive glaciers.
4. Warm softly all day with sunshine.
5. Harvest a bounty of shrimp and fish from cool, blue waters shared by sea otters.
6. Decorate with an ocean sunset’s splendor.
7. Garnish with a billion stars blazing the heavens.
8. Rock softly to sleep on gentle waves.
“It is well with my soul”
I M Blessed. May U B 2
Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!