I Love the Mountains

It’s not strong yet. But you can sense it.  There is the slightest hint of Fall in the air.  Not quite as steamy and hot.  I came off the golf course last week and I was not soaked all the way through my clothes. And the simple fact is that it feels good.

            Fall is my favorite time of year.  I know that the seasons are not quite as pronounced here in coastal Georgia as in other places that I have lived, but it is still an enjoyable time. Golf, fishing, yard work, bike rides and just walking the dog are all much more pleasurable. 

            Later this month my wife and I will spend a few short days in the north Georgia mountains. I hope that the leaves will have started to turn. I hope to hit a golf ball while there, and very well may take a rod and reel to see if I can stir up a large mouth bass. But for the most part I plan to sit on the balcony overlooking a lake, to read, and to cruise around the mountain roads seeing the sites along the way.

            God has given us such variety in the world in which we live.  There are people of all shapes and sizes and colors and creeds. And there is such a variety of places. I often say that I love the mountains. Usually, I am referring to the Smokies of north Georgia, North Carolina and Tennessee.

            But there are wonderful mountains in New England. There are the Rockies out west.  I’ve seen both of these. But there are mountains all over the world that I’ve not seen. And each mountain is unique in its own way. Just as each of the oceans and continents are different.  And God made them all for our enjoyment. 

            As I travel later this month I hope that I will continue to see the matchless work of God in the beauty of His creation. I hope that I will give Him thanks, and that I will be humbled at what He has done for us. He truly is worthy of all praise.