Double Top mountain in the Blue Ridge Mountains lies very close to our home. It stands there as a protective and reassuring figure of strength and resilience. The mountain looms large, beautiful, sometimes foreboding.
But yesterday, my daughter and I were driving in a neighboring county and saw the Blue Ridge mountains, stretching out in a long chain, ringing around our county and beyond. Absolutely beautiful, and altogether different.
There is beauty in the things we see close up and personal, things we touch and see and hear and interact with daily.
There is also beauty in things we step back from and try to see from a different and more remote perspective.
As I negotiate, try to rationalize, and grapple with the constant turbulent emotions of 2020, I realize that God used those mountains yesterday to remind me to step back. To try and see things, as best I can in this finite and limited body, with a more eternal perspective. This is not my permanent home. Someday very soon I believe, we will see Him as He is. We will be in a place where all is made new, made right. I am trying this morning to fix my eyes on Jesus, the best thing in this life that I can ever see.
Winter is difficult for those of us with chronic pain. Cold does not agree with already stiff and painful joints. But every step we are taking is bringing us one step closer to Spring. It is right there, beneath the ground, ready to spring forth with blossoms, breezes, wafts of fragrance.
New life. New dreams.
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,