One of my delights is the big window just a few feet from my bed facing the mountains. The mountain is only a couple of miles out the door and it looms there every day.
I love it so much.
This morning when I came upstairs with Mia to nurse, I opened my curtains and climbed back in bed. As she was nursing, I watched the sun hit the top of these peaks -- the first tinges of yellow at those highest points. And I looked at the pale blue sky, laced with clouds.
And I thought of the scriptural phrase of looking forward with an eye of faith, and how I can see that in my mountain-morning-watch. Just last week reading in Hebrews I was thinking about the way faith is described as an assurance of things not seen -- and I was kind of wrestling the irony in that, trying to figure it out in my brain.
This morning, I understood it.
Those mornings aren't here yet, but I know they will be. And when they are here, it will be like beholding what I had already envisioned with the eye of faith, knowing full well that it would come.