The forces of nature, so vast and powerful, often mirror the forces weathering my own life. Atop an unknown mountain outside Flagstaff I captured this panorama of a gathering storm. Standing among the skeletons of trees consumed by a fire, I could sense the change in the air and the rapid, inevitable approach of nature's fury.
The Sun, following its relentless path would soon abandon me to darkness. The storm, drawn like a chariot by fierce, cold winds, chilled my bones, and I turned and fled the mountain.
But the mountain remained and weathered the storm all night long.
I pray that God will grant us strength to weather the storms of our own lives with the grace and strength of mountains.
This post is from the same trip as these posts here, here, and here.
How are you all doing?