As always, I am struck by the beauty that this world holds. We sit comfortably at home and forget to go out and look around, and what is out there is beautiful, each in their own way.
I have driven the mountains of West Virginia, through the burrows and hollers, each with their own secrets and unique people sitting on their porches watching the world go by. I have seen mountains in England, gentle rolling hills covered in green and making you think of roaming sheep and barefoot feet. I have driven past the mountains in Utah, covered in cattle and seen for hours before they finally disappear behind you, slipping into the horizon like the sun. I have climbed the mountains of Israel, stark and hot, burning your feet and telling you the stories of centuries of believers. I have watched the fog of the Smokey mountains, covering everything in it's secret beauty, making you feel as though you must be in heaven. I have watched the sun set over the mountains of Mexico, mountains that sing until you finally understand the phrase "purple mountains majesty." And now, I have watched the mountains of Arizona, beautiful, color changing and rigid, jutting out of the ground towards the heaven.
What a beautiful world we live in. I am so blessed.
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