I sit here today and my mind simply says "Shhhhh..." There is so much to sort, so much to test, so much to understand: my mind is tired and wants no more. But I am not a creature of the mind - but of the Spirit. And the Spirit is at peace. It is still: listening, waiting, nourishing me as I need, holding me strong. How great is our God! He knows our needs, He knows our limits, and He strives to bring us ever closer to Him. Slowly, consistently revealing more and more of Himself to us, bringing us to places we have never been before. Each time I reach a summit, I realize that I am still just in a valley. I think of the goats who acted as shephards to lead the flocks of sheep. Surefooted - they could lead the way up the mountains, eagle eyed - they could get a better vew of things on high. The Spirit leads the way up the mountain, more sure of the path than me. He blazes the trail to assure that I do not lose my footing, resting when the climb is too much, keeping tabs on me that I don't fall behind or lose the path. His vision set on things on high that I can't perceive yet, but I rest in the comfort of knowing my Guide is sure. I follow ever onward. We pitch our tent today and rest. Drawing strength for the further climb that lays ahead, giving me time to reflect on the journey and what I have seen so far on this path. Oh the beauty of the Mountains and the majesty of His creation! I see fog lifting off the peaks surrounding me. Praise His name!