Spring is over and summer bursts into our lives like boisterous children suddenly released from the clutches of school and adult supervision. Even the temperature rises to match the ceaseless activity of the season. Families travel to crowded vacation spots in an attempt to keep the entire family entertained. Kids trundle off to camp to meet new friends and experience thrilling adventures. It’s all good. I enjoyed those activities too, but these days I long for something a bit different.
I yearn to make my way to the high country of the Sierras where the sky is blue and mountain lakes sparkle like diamonds after the snow releases its precious moisture to the confines of the shore. I’m ready to sit quietly and breathe in the majesty of God’s creation. For me, there’s nothing like it.
I am awed by the lofty granite peaks on the far horizon. Startled by a sudden splash, I catch a glimpse of mountain trout rising from the water in pursuit of a tasty morsel. The sight of a tiny sapling amazes me as I realize it will one day tower over me, dozens of feet above ground. God gave a gift with this special place. A place where I can appreciate His goodness and love. It’s quiet and I can hear Him when He answers the unspoken questions in my heart. He has drawn me away to the quiet of the wilderness where He speaks to me in the simple things and quiet places of His creation.
Oh, that I had wings like a dove; then I would fly away and rest! I would fly far away to the quiet of the wilderness.
Psalm 55:6-7
Simple Faith 