Dreaming of Mountains

Last Saturday I spent some quality time with the mountains—the Rocky Mountains, to be specific. All I had to do to see them was sit on the balcony of my lovely hotel room. The sun was warm, the air just cool enough, the sky flawless. The afternoon, perfect.

 

And the mountains, green-orange-gold with white dots of autumn snow, like sheep.

 

 

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As I sat on the plane traveling back to Nashville after a wonderful four days in Colorado Springs, I wrote about the spiritual inspiration and refreshment of my trip. Here’s my concluding paragraph, and I hope it encourages and reminds you of what is truly beautiful and unchanging in this life.

 

I could sit and stare at these mountains for an afternoon. Wen I return to the chilly, humid air and potentially stress-filled days of life in TN, their image will remain a prize in my mind. Their strength and inescapable presence, their sun-stained and rugged beauty will remind and teach me of the Rock in whom I hide, on whom I stand, wherein lies my comforting strength.

 

“I will lift up my eyes to the hills—from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1-2

 

 

2 Responses to “ “Dreaming of Mountains”

  1. Anonymous says:

    Sounds like a neat trip… Your imagery brings so much life into the reality of LIFE with God.

  2. Joanne Chantelau says:

    Thank you for reading, and for taking the time to leave a comment. I appreciate the encouraging words!

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