David and I took a walk in the Alps on New Year's Day. It was beautiful beyond description. The sun crested over the mountain just as we passed the tiny church in the town of Besse. The bells in this church chime one minute before the hour and then again on the hour. It was like having an alarm clock with a one-minute snooze, waking us gently each morning.
This is a view of the town of Besse from a little further up the mountain. The homes and shops are situated shoulder to shoulder, as if snuggled together to keep warm. 
And while there are no lights along the roads, the walking paths are punctuated with elegant lamp posts: beacons of civilization for hard-core hikers. 
As we watched this little boy tow his sled up the mountain, we wondered what it would be like to grow up among the Alps in a town like Besse. We could hardly imagine it.
We encountered other walkers along the way, and asked one to take our picture. 
We spoke little, admired much, and silently joined in the mountains' praise of our creator.
Overwhelming grandeur. Indescribable colors. Air that almost tasted sweet.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
Psalm 91:1
Breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteAmazing pictures. I really like the photo of the church - and you're right, the shadow one is very sweet!
ReplyDeleteReally, though, all of them are so beautiful. What a wondrous Creator we worship!
Wow! Shadow picture is really cool! All of them are beautiful, especially with your words.
ReplyDeleteJenn-- your blogs are so wonderful and I feel privileged to be a supporter and in your life. You are an awesome little sister!
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