Encountering Nature, Part 1: Mountains

When I was a kid, our house was surrounded by trees. Not a few trees, nor an orchard of trees, but entire forests of trees. I spent many hours walking through the forest with my collie dog, Shadow. More of a city dweller now, and planted in a desert rather than a rain forest, nature still draws me.

I drove to Evanston and back yesterday, and admired the mountains. They stand bold and sturdy against the sky, colors reflecting the season they're in, shaped slowly by the forces of nature.

"I lift up my eyes to the hills --

where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,

the Maker of heaven and earth."

(Psalm 121:1-2)