Journal for Christa—
It’s early Tuesday morning after a night of rain, and I’m at retreat with the seniors. Sitting here under a gazebo with a cool mountain breeze passing through—and not a kid in sight—I relish the silence, the only sounds—the fountains in the pool that run continually to cool the hot spring water.
I need places of calm. We all need places of calm. But, where to find them in our noisy, busy world? I’m convinced that I’m often way too busy about insignificant things. We fill our lives with noise that distracts and hides the calm. I want to find the calm—not just this morning, but where I live.
Down in the Springs, I can see Cheyenne Mountain from my kitchen window. When I look up from the sink, it often reminds me of Psalm 121:1 & 2. I like it best in the old King James because it’s more poetic and beautiful—
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
On this overcast morning in Colorado, I’m reminded of God who created the hot spring that feeds this pool, the chalky white mountain behind me, the rushing stream across the way—and the calm.
Today, and the days beyond today, I will lift up mine eyes from whence my help comes from.