Lessons from mountains
I don’t think there is a camera on the earth (except maybe Ansel Adams‘) that could capture the majesty of the Tetons. Every moment I was in them, I found myself praying that I could just remember.
Each of us learned different lessons, trudging through the beauty and the snow and the quiet.
God speaks to each of us in different ways. To me, it is usually through nature in some way. I couldn’t look at those mountains without openly crying.
There is still joy to be had. There is still joy.