I just got back from a wonderful weekend in the mountains. Living in Illinois my whole life, I never experienced the mountains, but here in California I have been to them twice now. And every time I leave them I can't explain how much I want to go back.
I got out of the car in the mountains, and took a deep breath. The air is more pure and sweet there than any other air I have breathed. Just breathing in the air makes me feel like my soul is cleaner and I can think with such great clarity.
I climbed to the top of a beautiful fatty rock after being the most fatigued I have ever been in my life and stayed awake just long enough to see the sun creep over the mountains. The beautiful trees and rocks and stars and sky are just breathtaking, but this weekend I was utterly astounded by the uniqueness and beauty of the people God has created.
I miss the mountains and the community formed by being in God's creation together so much once I leave it. Tonight when I walked, well tiredly stumbled really, into my dorm room, I felt like I was home. And I thought, "it feels good to be home". I feel like I have been here for so long even though it has only been two and half weeks.
And I am so glad that God is in the mountains and the trees and the pure mountain air, but God is here too in smoggy, dirty LA.
(Seriously...this thing is almost vertical. Praise God I made it to the top of this sucker. This beautiful rock is called Half-Dome. It is in Yosemite...in case you didn't know...)
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