Up. We are hiking into a basin to camp at tree line for the night. And the rain pools in my boots, creating a hidden puddle under my wool sock. A wet smile spreads across my chilled face. The puddle squishes rhythmically as I keep pace with the others and focus on anything other than wet and cold.
We each encourage. No one complains. All are cold, tired, hungry, and drenched. Still, no one complains. Experience has taught this: it is better to focus on one another when comfort is lacking. And we hike and we visit and we go beyond our physical circumstances. We connect. Uninterrupted.
Night brings rest and morning brings glorious sunshine! Spirits rise as we begin hiking to the summit of a 14,000 foot peak. The experience of standing on top is awe inspiring. To see the majesty of the earth and the skies is enlightening. It reminds me that I am small. There is a much bigger picture than my reality of daily living. And words catch in my throat as I try to tell my God, the Creator, "Thank You."
He reminds me this is His footstool.
"Heaven is My throne,
And the earth is My footstool.
Where then is a house you could build for Me?
And where is a place that I may rest?
For My hand made all these things,
Thus all these things came into being," declares the LORD.
"But to this one I will look,
To him who is humble and contrite of spirit,
And who trembles at My word."
Isaiah 66:1-2
Come, let us worship and bow down;
Let us kneel before the LORD our Maker.
He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture,
And the sheep of His hand.
Psalm 95:6-7
And He is in the valley.
The LORD is my Shepherd, . . .
He makes me lie down . . .
He leads me . . .
He restores my soul . . .
He guides me . . . for His name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley . . .
He is with me.
My cup overflows.
Goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
Psalm 23
May you experience Him.
Love always,
Angie
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