As I type this, I am sitting on my bed looking out my window. I am looking across the valley at the snow capped mountains that I love. There are mornings that I lay here watching the sky as it turns from black, into a water color painting as the sun comes up. And as beautiful as the colors are, it's those mountains that take my breath away.
Their outline is the first thing I see when my sleepy eyes wake and the last thing that I see as my heavy eyes close at the end of the day.
I look at Mt. Olympus and memories of my dear grandmother, who is buried at the foot of this majestic mountain, come flooding back to me. As I look over at Mt. Timpanogos, it's my parents who come to mind. I wonder how they are doing- if they are safe and happy.
I have hiked in these mountains, spent time camping in them. Spent evenings roasting marshmallows in them on dates when I was in high school. Spent leisurely time enjoying them with my children and other loved ones. Up on one of my beloved mountains was the place that Erik and I first talked about getting married.
I feel safe when I look at them. I feel protected. They help to orient me in a world where I sometimes feel lost. I feel close to my Maker when I am wandering through their trails.
I am grateful to live in this valley. I love visiting other places, I really do, but when I see those mountains, I know that I am home.