we came to this very spot up this very mountain & sat on this very rock two years ago as very different versions of ourselves (as individuals & a couple). my ever-vibrating brain couldn’t stop pondering these thoughts as we pressed up the mountain, dreaming of the promised land (aka the cool, glassy lake) awaiting us at the summit:
God is an artist.
grace is everywhere: in the trees, in the breeze, in the butterfly’s freckled wings. in you & me.
i really really love my husband. what can i say? he is my dream boy & i’m keeping him forever. 😍
this hike took nearly 3 hours. i can’t imagine 40 years of wandering.
the pain is worth the promise. what feels like a meaningless climb is actually building the strength & foundation our souls need to hold the promise with hands that have the capability to deeply cherish it with awe. what i mean is: the lake’s refresh would’ve tasted less sweet had i not tasted of sweat minutes before.
if the mountains bow in reverence, so will i. 🎶
i (we) can learn a lot from nature. about God, about life, about ourselves. it is all painted by Him with remarkable intention. & all come to fruition in their assigned season.
“but ask the animals, and they will instruct you;
ask the birds of the sky, and they will tell you.
or speak to the earth, and it will instruct you;
let the fish of the sea inform you.
which of all these does not know
that the hand of the Lord has done this?
the life of every living thing is in His hand,
as well as the breath of all mankind.” Job 12:7-10 #pnw