Tuning the Rain

Some people are born with the ocean in their souls; I was born with the mountains in mine. It has always been to the mountains that I am drawn when this world becomes too hard and too harsh.

I have camped alone, alongside a clear mountain stream in Colorado.

I have climbed the rocky outcroppings in the Dakota Badlands.

I have stood on a mountaintop in New Mexico where the only thing I could hear was the sound of my own breathing.

The mountains always fill the empty places inside me.

 

My beloved and I spent this past weekend at a cabin in the Ozark Mountains, and didn’t see another soul for the entire time we were there. This time, we didn’t visit anyone, we didn’t hike anywhere. We just sat back and allowed the mountains to work their magic.

We spent the mornings wrapped in soft blankets against the chilly air, sitting on the front porch and watching the sun rise from behind the pine trees.  In the evening, from the comfort of the hot tub on the back deck, we watched the sun set behind the mountain ridge in a blaze of colors. We watched the deer and the blue birds; we heard a great horned owl calling from the woods a few feet away. We just breathed in the peace, and allowed God to restore our souls.

The last morning, I got up hours before dawn. A soft rain was falling, and the air smelled like Christmas. I sat on the front porch in the darkness, listening to the music of the rain on the metal roof,  knowing that each drop was tuned by the Master Musician.  Wrapping my hands around the warmth of my coffee cup, I just thanked my Heavenly Father for His creation. This is what peace feels like, that peace that passes all understanding. I don’t understand it; I just know I can’t live without it.

We are back home now, and life goes on as usual. The unmade bed calls my name, and the dishes beckon me from the sink. I’m smiling as I load the dishwasher and smooth the rumpled sheets. I’m humming as I run the vacuum and fold the clean towels. Life goes on.

I carry the mountains with me, inside my soul, and I am at peace.

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My sweet Emmi at 5 months

 

Sick Emmi and tired mommy at doctor today; ?viral?

 

 

 

 

 

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