Yesterday, in our neck of the woods, was completely perfect. The sun was shining, the air was warm and my mountain beckoned us. My husband and I had an hour before our kids came home from school, so we answered the call.
The mountain is my sanctuary, my adventure and my inspiration. There is always something new waiting to be discovered. As it is spring here, the renewal of the mountain is stunning.
I have found that renewal comes in the most simple of packages. Little buds on the trees speak of shade to come. Flowers opening for the first time whisper that life is beautiful. Water cascading down the mountain sings of hope and life. Little creeping and flying things tell of life to come.
We experienced all of this as we hiked to our favorite spot in the mountain. There are several paths that lead us to the same destination…the waterfall. We selected the one that travels directly by the stream, because of the way the water speaks to our hearts.
It is a spot of heaven on earth for us. The stories the water tells as it crashes off of the rocks into a little pond below are tales of inspiration. The rocks below provide us with a spot to become one with these stories and give us a place to receive.
There is a quiet power that lives in nature. This power is incredible. It is ever changing and evolving to meet the needs of those that seek it. The waterfall has given me the power of sanctuary, protection from harm, joy, inspiration, connection, hope, adventure, laughter and renewal. It has seen a few tears and heard many moments of laughter.
It is a gift that I am truly thankful to have. While I may not know what is to come (however much I crave even a glimpse), I do know that renewal comes. The waterfall shows me the power that Heavenly Father has in our lives, as we seek Him. Just like there are many paths to the waterfall, there are many paths to Him. As I have taken my heart to the waterfall, I have taken it to Him.
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