Climbing Pinnacle Mountain

Last Saturday, we decided to do something adventurous. So the three of us jumped in the car and took off for Pinnacle Mountain (before I could change my mind). Eric had not climbed since we were dating-in the fall of '90. Needless to say, we were moving a little bit slower. I'm sure it had something to do with our older joints, lazy 6-year-old son and my outbreak of heat rash! Ha!

When we were about three quarters of the way up, Luke decided he had had enough and wanted to go back down the mountain. Other hikers (are we hikers now?!?) laughed as they heard him pleading, "Please, Mama, let's go back down. I think we are going to die!" We kept urging him on while we had to take numerous breaks so I could catch my breath.

But it was all worth it when we got to the top. It was so pretty! You know we were right up there with the clouds, weren't we Eric? :)

Reminds me of one of my favorite verses. This was my key verse while I was in Ecuador last fall.
Psalm 121:1-2 says,
I lift my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.

Thank you, Lord, for being my help in every situation.
I love you.