Last week, we returned from a family ski trip to Vermont. Talk about adventure!
For 6 days straight we skied, snowshoed, laughed, slept soundly, swam, and ate heartily.
By the end of the week, my hubby and I couldn't keep up with our kids.
Even our four year old was cruising by us down the mountain.
During the course of our stay, on more than one occasion, I found myself simply standing still in awe of the breathtaking beauty all around me.
Mountains, like the ocean, draw me closer to God.
On the mountain, I am intensely aware of my smallness and equally humbled by the knowledge that the One who created these magnificent peaks, knows me by name.
I have a Maker
He formed my heart
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hands
I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call
At the summit, my spirit soars. There is nothing here but stillness, raw beauty, and apart from the whispering wind, silence.
My heart overflows.
And so I worship.