Going up the hill

This morning I decided to take a walk.  There is a path up to the hydro weir, so I figured I'd go hike up there and if I felt up to it, hike to the top of the hill and take a look-see.  Well, the hydro weir is at the top of the hill.  The climb was quite vigorous but the view was worth it.  Once I crested the hill, the vast expanse poured out before me, heather a-bloom, streams a-gurgling.  There was a good bit of craggy rock a bit higher to sit on, so I crossed a stream with much gracefulness and scrambled up the rocky bit and sat down.  The wind was strong on top of the hill and this song that David Crowder sings came to mind:


"How He Loves"
(originally by John Mark McMillan)

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And, oh, how He loves us, oh,
Oh, how He loves us,
How He loves us all

  I have always loved the imagery in this song, but sitting high in the hills, the wind blowing so hard all around, I felt God's presence strong as the wind, but gentle enough not to blow me off the side of the hill.

It was a good day.