I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from the mountains? No, my strength comes from God who made heaven and earth and mountains. (The Message)
Five days gloriously spent in the early-spring Nantahala Mountains. Five days overflowing with blessings in the grandeur.
In the unexpected.
In the smallest, most gentle of reminders.
He is in it all.
We can see Him in the miraculous works of His hands.
We can rest in the breathtaking beauty of God's creation, knowing His kingdom is nigh.
Knowing we have the keys to that kingdom.
He calls us to move.
He calls us to love.
May we do both.
Prayer: Father, thank You for the indescribable gift of Your creation of which you have made us stewards. May we ever honor that blessing given from the dawn of our time with You. May we be inspired always by the works of Your hands. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.