One night I was driving to a meeting. On the horizon, I saw mountain peaks.
In my rather muddled state, I wondered when a mountain range had developed to the north of Minneapolis.
Minnesota is a beautiful state, but we don’t have towering mountains. Yet as I gazed down a street purple mountain’s majesty rose in the distance.
When my brain caught up with my senses, I figured out that I was looking at a thick bank of clouds, in the triangular shape of mountains – dark enough to contrast with the dusky sky and create the illusion of the Rockies transplanted to my neighborhood.
It made me wonder about how many of the mountains that seem to bar my way are mere mist. From the distance they look sturdy, powerful, daunting. But if I wait awhile, a strong wind will blow them away.
Maybe I’d have more faith to move mountains if my vision were clearer and I saw some of those mountains for what they really are.
Lord, open our eyes.
Blessings,
Sharon Hinck
