I spend most mornings alone, meandering through my soul and heart as a pioneer pushing deeper into the unknown wilderness before him. There is no end to the worlds buried deep within us. My mind, dulling now, can still grasp images of long ago that hold meaning for me as great as the Big Bang and just as far away. All the giants I have known, the mighty men and women, the peaks I’ve summited, the valleys filled with the shadow of death. God met in solitude is always whispering, “Come away with Me and we will walk in the coming light of the morning.” The mountains that spread out in front of Fair Haven always invite me to the microcosm of my heart searching the macrocosm of His. If heaven is for anyone it is for the redeemed explorer.
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