Dear Ones,
Fragile and frail as I am now, I look back with beautiful memories of my mountain walks consumed by moments of Presence and Love. Though the shadows are lengthening and the candle is flickering, soon to be snuffed by the unwinding of time, I wait and rest in memories of the solitude and silence that were always filled with a precious intimacy with my Beloved. Again and again and again I climbed, for nothing stirred my soul at such a deep and maturing level as autumn in the mountains. It continues to affirm me in my belief that there is divine order in all things. It gives me a living sense of the holiness of time. Amid such beauty, I see God as an artist, painting a picture, a picture that speaks of creation as always in process, a lamenting, longing, suffering love that redeems. God is the Artist painting on the canvas of time the mysterious grandeur of creation.
In obedience then, and in His all compelling love, I wrote this meditation. Prayerfully might it touch your heart with a simple message yet ever so profound.
From His heart, through my heart, to yours. ~Betty
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