The morning filled itself with winter, holding on fast, but afternoon opened herself up to sunshine and snow melted off and we couldn’t keep ourselves from the back wood. We slash trails and we make plans for hiking and campsites and little boy fights dragons that look like trees and little girl sits on daddy shoulders and she is queen of this world..
Sun beams filter through the trees and somehow I know this moment is important.
I’m transported back to the wilderness of my childhood where I traced deer paths and the triumph of mountains conquered. I hear the sounds that will define home for my children; there are no meadowlarks here but stellar jays call loudly and pine trees sing.
I sing too. I sing praise and I make promises over this land…
May we bring glory to the One who made it.
May the children who conquer it glory Him too.