High on that Mountain

Today as I was walking home from school in the cold misting rain, I looked up at the mountains & was taken aback by their beauty. There is white cloud hovering over them today & you cannot see the tops. Just as I looked up “Go Rest High On That Mountain” came on my play list. My thoughts turned then to my Granny & Grandpa. Oh, how I miss them. It was years after my Grandpa’s funeral before I could listen to this song & not cry. I was so angry at him for leaving us when he did. I knew he’d been in pain for a long time, & I knew that at least that was over, but I didn’t have much hope of ever seeing him again. I’d convinced myself at the time that I didn’t believe in God or at least that I didn’t believe in the kind of God that I’d come to know. When I lost Granny earlier this year, my thoughts were so different. I was grateful for the time that I’d gotten to spend with her when she was living in Louisiana. I was grateful for the knowledge that I will see her & Grandpa both again one day. As I looked up at the mountains today, I couldn’t help but smile knowing that somewhere beyond that white cloud are all those that I love that have passed on. Somewhere beyond they are looking down on me & I know they are proud of the way I’m living my life. “That’s my granddaughter,” they’d say, their faces beaming. It is my prayer today that I will always have such assurance & hope & also for those of my family who read this to know how much I love them & treasure their influence in my life - every part of it. I am who I am because of these wonderful people.