I am back in the town where my family spent many years living, growing, learning...visiting old friends, seeing changes, capturing moments...
I always have to journey to our favorite canyon to let it "seep" into my being until I come again..there is a refreshment going up into the high rugged mountains, smelling the fresh clean air, finding wild flowers in July in the alpine meadows...looking for the elusive beavers in their ponds...watching the fisherman pull in trout from the ponds...spotting deer or wild mountain sheep leap from rock to rock...picking berries in their season...panning for garnets in the icy streams...hearing the rustling of the leaves in the wind...wading in the cold pools...picnicking with friends...recalling times past...watching seasons change with the colors of leaves....
Gaining rest in my soul...in a place as I can with Jesus who does the same ....if I let Him.
This canyon is like walking into Psalm 23 or 121 and many others ...a place to lay everything before Him and let Him carry the load...
Thank YOU for the canyon...the mountains to remind me that help comes from You...who loves me more than words can say...
Psalm 121:1-8 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—the Lord is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
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