For months Betty and I have been extremely busy. Tuesday Betty had gotten us off the road and tucked into a tiny cabin away off in the Appalachians. Yesterday we went hiking and the winter trail, following a mountain stream, left us alone in the woods. In time we stopped and setting on a small boulder beside the stream we had a small picnic, an orange, a few bites of beef, and good cheese. There was no sign of humanity. The earth seemed perfectly in order, the forest winter-bare, boulders, stones, and pebbles all rounded smooth and grey creating borders for the cold stream which rushed white here, lay cold dark there, and curled away in both directions snuggling itself into the Great Smoky Mountains. Perfection is a great treasure and rarely sought out. It requires work; but when it is offered great effort should be expended to behold it. “And you will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart.” All of life, every moment, can be the greatest adventure if you know what or better still, Who you are searching for.
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