I went home this weekend. Up to the mountain I grew up going to every summer since I was a year old. I have referred to this magical place a few times in my blogs. It speaks to me and helps me put things into perspective.
I hiked up to my dad’s cabin; just a few miles from my brothers. I sit here on his deck quietly talking to him. He lays amongst the blooming irises; their beauty stares back at me as I talk with him.
The wind chimes sing their song as if they are serenading us as the wind blows softly through the pines.
I sit in his rocking swing where he would sit and read. I feel him next to me. I need to let go of the sadness from yesterday. I feel as if my dad is watching over me. He’s making sure my tears don’t flow unnecessarily again. 2 years ago today I sat on this deck numbed by the loss of the man I loved. As I look back… I see how far I have come. Thank you Lord for walking beside me. I made it to the other side; stronger and happier.
The chimes have stopped; their melody has softened. I hear the birds and the squirrels as they scurry for food. I remain in the rocker as the sun peaks through the soft white puffs that attempt to blanket the sky.
Peace washes over me; yesterday is gone and I have moved on.
My faith is the bridge to what God has waiting for me!
Let the chimes sing and the wind blow, I have yet to see all that God has waiting for me:)
Keep hiking to the top,