After the first night, John and the boys went fishing, but I stayed at camp for my devotions and to do a few camping chores. After my devotions, I planned to climb this very high hill (or small mountain to my flabby physical condition). I wanted to see the vista it would reward me with by the time I reached the top.
After several stops, and almost giving up, I finally reached the top, and was well rewarded with the view I saw, even more magnificent than I imagined. Behind me a cold, but refresh wind blew. It wasn’t a breeze, it was much too strong for that. On my right, and below was our camp. Directly in front of me and to my left, a wild vista opened before me. A hawk flew passed beneath me. Down at the base of the hill, a road wound its snaky way by and passed the hill, disappearing amongst forest trees. It was beautiful.
As I looked on this view in all directions, I felt the sweet Presence of my Lord. "Way Over Yonder" by Carol King’ came into my mind.
I guess I'm a restless woman, and that's why I feel so drawn to calling myself "restlesswriter”. There will come a time when I won't be restless ever again. Although I don't want to be the type of person who is never seeking to learn more and grow more, it will be beautiful to know as I am known. I don't believe, once we reach heaven, that we'll stop learning or doing things again, but that restlessness will be quieted and we will be where we long to be. The writer of Hebrews reminded us that we have a hope for a future country where we truly belong.
We are just travelers, after all.