I live at the foot of a mountain and I love it.  I bask in the views all around me each day as I go to work or play.  I love to watch the mist rise in the morning casting shadows and rainbows across the ridges and valleys.  It is a wonderful place.  Somehow, it calls my attention to God in a way that I cannot describe. I think it is the steadfastness of the mountains that makes me feel the awesome power that Moses must have felt as he climbed to seek God face to face. 

The weather today was so gorgeous that I was drawn to nature again.  So many times the Lord speaks to me through the beauty of creation.  The leaves are just starting to turn on the mountain and that gives off a slightly orange hue as the sun shines down on the trees.  The sky is a crisp clear blue with wispy white clouds that move slowly across the blue expanse.  I am struck by how the mountain, though it changes, is always there.  It does not move. It is solid and steadfast.  If my life is turned upside down, the mountain is there.  It towers over me reminding me that God is immovable.  He does not change or blow away with the wind.  When I take the beauty around me for granted, God is faithful to remain visible to me…in the mountain.