Monday Musings – May 13, 2013

Dear Friends,

I spent a lot of time with my dad in the mountains near Madras, Oregon.  I remember him telling me that those mountains were there long before we were and would be there long after we are gone.  This morning I’d just like to share with you a few scenes of the mountains that were so familiar to and loved by my dad.  (The next to last one is me in one of my first ascents, the last one is my dad, on the right, with his brother and sister one year ago.)

“I lift up my eyes to the hills.  From whence does my help come?  My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth” (Psalm 121).

In Christ,

John