Fantasy Land

This morning I looked out my window and saw a land of fairy tales. The mountains to the north looked like I could I have walked to them and been in Narnia or some other magical place. I was thinking about what it would be like to be on the mountain, misty and mysterious, but alive with sunshine, and I realized: I probably wouldn't have noticed. I would have seen foggy, snowy trees but nothing of the grandeur I see from far away. I would have been tired of climbing, not stopping to look around me in awe.

We rarely realize the wonder while we wander through it.

This is true not only for vistas and beautiful pieces of nature, but also for moments in life. So often I look  back on experiences with fondness and realize how they were important. In the midst of the moments, it's hard to realize what is going on.

I feel like myself again. It's like I'm reflecting on my life from far away...Somehow I got off the mountain and can see where I've come to. I've started calling the yellow house on 212 street "home." I sing more often, laugh more genuinely, and feel more thankful. For now, I've stopped wrestling with God about why I'm here. I am learning to be content, and I am resting here. 

He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. 

What a wonder.