Carter and I went camping this last weekend. Mount Graham was so beautiful and peaceful and cool. We picked wild raspberries on our hike. We saw owls, deer, and squirrels. The wildflowers were all in bloom. The creek was running by our campsite. Its sound was so soothing. We slept warm and well in our tent. We really did. The rain held out until we were just leaving. We bought Angle Orchard apples. Perfect camping trip.
And then… we came home.
Home wasn’t what I thought it would be. I was so surprised at the downer it was. We both felt it as we were putting away our camping things. We knew why. Still… I’m glad we went. The little glimpses of peace were what we needed. Seeing the beautiful landscapes of The Creator reminded me that He has left us with these things to remember Him by. To remember that He knows us, to remember that He loves us, and to remember that He will never leave us comfortless. He knows how we feel. He knows our sorrow. He knows we miss our Ashton. He knows.
We’ve fallen in love with Mt. Graham. We call it The Mountain of The Lord.
Carter, let’s go again soon…. How about tomorrow?