“Oh, look, look!” We were flying to Portland several weeks ago for The Interview--both of us tucked into our seats among a plane of business people. T was reading Robinson Crusoe on his iphone. I was stitching away on a project fit for our adventure. I looked out the window at one point and saw a massive lake, its arms splayed out in a hundred directions. I knew that lake. The tree line formed on the edge and the brown line of dirt sandwiched itself between the water and the forest. “Look, I think that's Shasta Lake,” I told him. I remembered the houseboat days of summer on that lake. The hiking around its rim.
The stitchery called and I left my revelry for a moment. I don't know what caused me to look back out the window but when I did, I saw the mountain. The mountain that formed the horizon of my high school years and those twice-a-year college vacations. I knew that mountain. “Look, it's Mt. Shasta—so that was definitely Shasta Lake that we saw earlier. Oh look at it!” I was surprised to see it so empty of snow (and later beyond happy that it was since we would get to drive by it on our trek up north). It was so beautiful and it made me so happy to see it. I had been engrossed in my stitchery I almost missed the beauty around me. Isn't that like life?
This is the stitchery I was working on—I memorized this verse last year and had seen it to be true in our lives over and over again. (sorry for the poor quality of the photo...it is kind of in focus, right? :-/)
This is the only picture taken in Portland during our trip. I was sitting in the parking lot waiting for T during his interview, praying and trying to keep myself from over-thinking everything. The clouds were piling up and the sky was crazy blue. It was such a beautiful day. We little knew what great things the Lord had in store for us, that's for sure.
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2 comments:
miss you guys already! hope portland is treating you kindly.
xo
j
it is! we are loving it here but we miss our friends!
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