Thursday, October 17, 2013

Mountains to climb

I love them.

They complete me.

I neeeeed them.


I am a mountains girl.

I see beauty in all (most) of God's creations (jury is still out on insects and arachnids...and many kinds of sea creatures).  But especially his land creations. Tropical vistas, desert landscapes, sweeping valleys, vast oceans- I love them all.

But there's something extra special about mountains.

I love them in every kind of weather.  Hot summer evenings all lit up in the red lights of sunset. Chilly autumn afternoons awash in reds, yellows, oranges, and greens. Purple and majestic and covered in snow throughout the winter. Cold and blue and draped in low-lying clouds on a chilly spring morning.

My mountains are always beautiful.

I haven't always lived next to any mountains, but for all of my conscious years I have had mountains nearby to draw strength from. Thankfully, these awesome mountains run through the various states I've lived in.

And I do draw strength from them.  There's many a mountain metaphor that comes to mind as I enjoy the views and contemplate whatever is going on in my life that matches up.  Every single time I catch a view of the mountains, my heart lifts. Seriously. Every time.

Me and my mountains- we're tight.  

And I am so thankful they are close by and bless me daily.

What are you thankful for today?

1 comment:

IsThisThingOn? said...

The mountains are definitely special. For me, they say "home."

I was really touched by this line in a Loveland RH article a few weeks back after the flood. I posted it on Facebook once already, but I'll post it here, too:

"..She stood on the jagged piece of asphalt where the road had dropped into the river right in front of her home and told the mountains, 'I still love you.'"