Led Forth in Peace

We had planned a family Valentine ski trip but then Honeybun developed a wobbly problem, and one of us had to stay home with her. Since I had organized the Homeschool group trip and had to pass out the tickets, we couldn't cancel altogether. Arvo wanted to stay home with other work to do, so he was left in charge of our poor dog, and Asherel and I went off to the snow. I was worried about our little dog, but she was improving a little, and I knew she would sleep most of the day under the medication anyway.

After one run down the hill, Asherel sat at the bottom waiting for me...and waiting for me...and waiting for me! I am much slower than she is, being much older and much more prone to breaking. So I sent her happily off all by herself and we planned to meet back together at dinner time. I know most people probably like having someone to ski with, but honestly, I think there is almost nothing so close to ecstasy as skiing all alone on a powdery hill just at the right level of difficulty with the sun shining and the silence of a mountaintop enveloping me. It is so peaceful and the view is so stunning. My mind empties of all the woes of the past month, of which there seem to have been many, and I just feel deep gratitude to God for the glory and beauty of His world. I didn't think about nursing homes, or dying friends, or beloved sick dogs, or hard patches in relationships, or looming deadlines, or disappointments, or nagging health concerns....All I thought about was that God was here and He had made this glorious mountain and the sunshine and I was blessed beyond measure.

When we got home, Honeybun came running to the door to greet us. She looked perky, and wasn't stumbling or limping. It looks like the vet, Dr. Love, had correctly diagnosed because the medicine was certainly working. The mountain top had not been the only miracle God gently offered me.

Isaiah 55:12 (NIV)
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.



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