MOUNTAINS THAT FILL MY HEART

“For the mountains may move and the hills disappear, but even then my faithful love for you will remain. My covenant of blessing will never be broken,” says the Lord, who has mercy on you.” (Isaiah 54:10 New Living Translation)

Growing up in Saginaw as I did, mountains were a part of creation I did not comprehend until adulthood when opportunities to travel to other states became part of vacationing. As if mountains are not enough to tantalize my spirit, put me near a body of water whether it be a lake or an ocean, and I’m a very happy person, one who feels the depth and awe of this world God created from the work of His hands inspired by an imagination beyond my comprehension.

Last week, while many of you were living under brown skies due to wildfires–for which I truly was saddened and drove me to prayer–my husband and I were aboard a cruise ship to enjoy the inside passage of Alaska from Vancouver’s port up to Juneau and back. In the week leading up to our departure, our weather app was showing a week of rain and cool temperatures for almost every day of our trip. Warm clothes and rain gear were packed. But God! As it turns out we had one windy misty day while on board, every other day was in the high 70s with sunshine, especially in Juneau when we enjoyed our whale watching tour. Even our wilderness expert commented about the unusual sunshine, further explaining that Juneau had enjoyed a mere five days of sunshine thus far in the year. Clear skies and calm waters allowed us to see about six whales, sea lions, and bald eagles. In the distance as we returned to the harbor our pilot took us to an area to view Mendenhall Glacier. Although this 13.6 mile long glacier is 12 miles from downtown Juneau, I could still soak in its beauty, snow and ice against the backdrop of blue skies, its caps covered in snow. This was quite the contrast when comparing how mountains on the shores of the passage were often hidden by fog in the morning hours, magically appearing when the mists left, revealing their true appearance.

The Bible has numerous scriptures about mountains which also have great significance in their purpose. Abraham was invited up a mountain to offer his son Issac as a sacrifice. King David established a city on a tall hill. Moses met God on Mount Horeb and also Mount Sinai to receive the 10 Commandments. Elijah fled to Mount Horeb. Jesus ascended Mount Tabor for the Transfiguration. Mountains emphasize liminal space where the divine and the human realms intersect.

I don’t know what secrets or creatures inhabit all the beautiful mountains I saw from Vancouver to Juneau. Trees and rocks covered their terrain. Fog and snow adorned their peaks. Much was left to my imagination last week as I realized there remains acres and miles of terrain untouched or unseen by humans. These majestic creations are home to a tree cover that looks like a blanket, hiding birds and wild animals under perfect protection.

No matter the mysteries our passage’s  mountains may be holding, I’m very grateful for the scenery and powerful reminders that God created a world for all of us to enjoy, exposing beauty with a lack of words to describe, ability to take in the height and depth of these magnificent rock formations peeking out under fog or shining brightly under sunshine. 

“The mountains quake before him and the hills melt away. The earth trembles at his presence, the world and all who live in it.” (Nahum 1:5)

Mendenhall Glacier courtesy online source.

TIME DOES FLY

Happy New Year! 

In my younger years I often heard my “elders” declare  with each passing year that common phrase “my, how time flies”. I honestly didn’t give much attention to that thought, until now. I “get it”. Passage of time since our own children entered adulthood seems to have caught me up in this  perceived acceleration of time. Maybe I can credit this due to a lightened schedule–no full time work requiring me to report to five days a week, parenting of small children behind me now, less bills to pay.

Sitting here on a very cold day I can’t help but reflect on the past year. It truly seems like yesterday when I drove north in the month of April to enjoy a four day sabbatical. Except for a few times when my husband was away for a weekend, I hadn’t been truly “alone” since my mid 20s when I lived in an apartment with no roommate. Last April, warmer days teased  us with opportunities to be outdoors, heavy coats no longer necessary, promises of sunshine on our faces overpowering the previous weeks of cloudy wintry weeks.

The opportunity to be alone for four days taught me a lot. I learned that I am fully capable of taking care of myself. Awkward at first, with no one to talk to, I grew comfortable in silence.  I let the natural rhythm of sunrises and sunsets dictate my schedule, not relying on a clock. With the exception of using my phone for assisting me with scripture reading or watching a movie, there was no noise in my northern habitat  from TV or radio. What a wonderful break from outside interference!

On two occasions I stepped out of my comfort zone–no pun intended–and ventured on two hikes on trails near where I was staying. I’ve been on hiking trails before, with friends, but this time in April I was alone. My only company was April’s cool breezes, wind in the trees, and the sound of crunching leaves under my feet, accompanied by my increased breathing as I pushed my body to new limits navigating each trail. Though I was apprehensive at first, being alone in the woods, any fear I initially embraced soon waned, making room for excitement and exhilaration at achieving a bucket list goal–go on a hike without anyone else tagging along. 

As much as I thought I was alone though, in reality I was not. The entire purpose for getting away for a few days was to allow me time to dive deeper into scripture, spend uninterrupted stretches of time listening and talking to God. Each morning gave me well over an hour–even two–accomplishing this desire, yet I found that during  both hikes in the woods God continued to speak, be present, and reveal Himself to me, reminding me that I am truly “never alone”.  What a gift, what a promise!

As 2026 has arrived, it is hard for me to comprehend that soon it will be a year since my sabbatical. Thankfully, the memories I created from my four days are journaled in a book set aside for just that time. Hopefully, I’ll be able to create a few days in this new year to embrace another stretch of time alone, get out pen, paper, Bible, and notebook to dig a little deeper into scripture that is alive by the power of the Holy Spirit, who still teaches and speaks new things from generation to generation.

Yes, I will agree that “time flies” as one gets older. And, I’m okay with that because God “is the same, yesterday, and tomorrow.”  (Paraphrase from Hebrew 13:8) He’s the One who exists outside time as we humans know it; He’s the One Who will sometimes speak in a still quiet voice whether we find ourselves on a winding hiking trail or sitting under a cozy blanket as the sun rises, giving us the promise of a new day with “new mercies every morning” (Lamentations 3: 22-23).

I’m ready for what 2026 holds. I’m excited to look back next year and see where God showed up, how He spoke, what He taught–not only for me–but everyone I love, and for our community!