I was struck this past week at the beauty of the mountain scenery - the awesome mountains rose up far above our heads, with the 'smoke' that gives them their name seemed to be caught in the trees, making them look like a shadowy dream.
The effect was so peaceful, serene and with a soft green beauty that it just caught your breath as the sight filled your eyes and tipped over to fill your heart.
It made me think of the love that we share, for there are such similarities there...the height of our love reaches up to the skies, and its presence is a solid as the mountain standing there.
It is wrapped in clouds of love, they all catch in the treetops; the green softened by the wispy cloud-light - and to know it is there fills my senses with such wonder, tears fill my eyes and joy overflows my heart.
You cannot but help give thanks to God for the mountain beauty He made, and in turn give thanks for our love, for He gave us the beauty of the scenery to see, and the love we share comes direct from Him above.
I can rest in that beauty, knowing it will always be true, that no matter the trouble that may come our way, I wrap myself in the love that is you.
I never tire of the beauty I see, or the words of love you always murmur to me, and I delight to try and give back that love with more, its beauty grows with each passing moment, becoming more than I ever knew it could be.
Love gives me wings of joy to soar up in the skies, to put my prayers into the hand of God, to thank Him in a thousand ways; for the blessings He's poured out, filling up my life with more love than words can ever say.
And the best gift of all is the one that I receive each morning when I awake and know its true, that the love I know that fills my heart is all because I belong to you.
I enjoyed reading your article. It made me think about the first time I ever visited Oregon. I woke to this awesome splendor, and cried tears of joy for being able to see it. I said, surely the Lord has done great things.
I think that was powerful thoughts that came through your writing. God bless ya! littlelight