I know that we are in Summer’s last days when we pull over to the roadside, jump out of the car and feel the air brush cool against our skin. We have to hustle to keep warm, although it’s still hot in the valley below. The grass is tall, taller than Youngest in some places, and dotted with more wildflowers than I’ve seen all year. The trail winds upward, steep and narrow and in some places we look down on the tops of trees. Even so high up, we see other peaks waiting to be climbed. The glory of it all is overwhelming, humbling. Who could doubt the touch of the Master, when wandering in His hills? There is beauty all around and it endures, whether we choose to notice it or not. Words are optional, and sometimes they get in the way. Today, I will let beauty speak for itself.
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