So I live on the top of a hill. And probably my absolute favorite thing about living up here, is my view of the mountains. I actually tear up most days, because the beauty of the pink morning light illuminating their solid silhouette just wrecks me. Don't ask me to explain it, cause I don't even know why, all I can tell you is my experience. And when we go weeks on end socked in with clouds and fog, and I go days without seeing my mountains...it's not good, I miss them, I miss them and the assurance the offer. On my drive to work I come around one corner to see the solid pronouncement only to turn swiftly to the right and have a full majestic view of Mt. Baker. Theses mountains take my breath away ever. single. day.
Sometimes I just sit and stare at them. I love how quiet and sure they seem. Like they've been around the block a couple of times and just aren't phased by anything. Not frantic, but solid. Sure. Firm.
So when my day gets hectic, when I'm right in the middle of it all, that's what I pray for this morning: that my heart would be quiet and sure like the mountains. Not phased by all the chaos that December brings, but crisp and majestic. Still and firm.
Melt the snow
Lift the fog
Release your pink morning light.
I invite your wonder.
I invite your mystery.
Oh holy God of light.
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