Though my daughter and I climbed the mountain for about two hours, our view didn’t compare to this guy’s atop the imposing flatiron.
Blake and I were content to watch others as we rested and shared our snacks.
Several teenagers climbed a rock below us to see the other side and get a different view.
High or low, on a mountain or in the valley, the happiest of times, the sad ones, and the scary ones too…..the best view is the one where you look back and see God’s mercies.
And when you can do that…..
you have the best view of all.
The sun was still low in the sky when I went on my first run here this morning. I found a beautiful park with lots of running trails. We are in Colorado visiting my son and we’re beyond happy to be here.
We hiked the Flatirons yesterday. My son was a great guide…..excited for us to experience it. He forgets that we’re not as brave as he is. He likes to go off trail and scale rocks and jump from one rock to another. I watch him and wonder and then I’m brave.
This is a place he shines. The outdoors….a new place……rugged and risky.
..the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you. Number 6:25