The Mountain

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

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.