i felt so full. i grinned like a fool when i looked at the mountains. i'm sure i looked like a fool when i stood on the bridge, staring to the bottom of the river.
i made a very personal connection with a certain bench on the path. about two thirds of the way down, on the edge of the cow pasture there was a bench i stopped at nearly every day. my feet didn't quite reach the ground, so i swung my feet like a little girl, giddy with love for my Father as i looked at the beautiful gift He'd given me. i sat on that bench and told God how i was feeling that day, whether depressed or overjoyed, neglected or full, lonely or overwhelmed. those mountains know all my secrets. and they positively SCREAMED the glory of God. i could never ever deny it, even on the worst of days. so by talking to the mountains, i was talking to God. and i have never heard the audible voice of God, but through those mountains, God told me that He was very there.
i made a habit of asking Jesus to join me on my walks. it was very romantic, walking on that path with Him, knowing He'd made all those things because He knew i would love them one day, because He wanted me to know He was there. i fell so in love with Him on that path.
i think this is why i'm having a hard time translating this beloved austrian alps experience into my current rainy suburban reality. but i have to keep letting myself know that the Jesus i met there on those walks is the very same Jesus right here. He loves the same.
i am the one who has changed.
because of the love He showed me there, i'll not ever be the same.
