We had the most wonderful weekend away as a little family. The pubic holiday on Friday gave us an extra day to be together and we set off on our adventure to a little farm in the mountains that we had never been to before.
It was an incredibly beautiful setting with palm trees lining the driveway and the setting sun shining its golden light on the mountains behind the farm. The girls enjoyed the animals and the playground, and my husband and I enjoyed walking hand in hand as we watched them play.
We awoke on Saturday with our little girls telling us it was morning, despite the pitch black winter darkness outside. The gentle falling rain attributed to a long night as the sun struggled to light up the new day. The majestic mountains of the night before were hidden in the swirling clouds and had we not seen them the night before we would not have known they were there.
Often when I see mountains I am filled with a deep love for the Lord as one of the songs of my childhood dances its way through my head about God’s love being like a mountain. As I stood staring into the blackness towards where I knew the mountains were, I could not help but hum the tune to the song about God’s love because even though I could not see the mountains. I still knew they were there.
May the trials of my day ahead not tempt me to forget the knowledge of His Loving Presence.
Psalm 36 vs 5-6
“Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the highest mountains, your justice like the great deep.”