He Bids Us Come Higher

Sunday Morning I wrote:

It would be hard for me to walk up the sloped foothills that rise from the mesa,
yet You bid me come higher.
The mountains rise and tower over those foothills
So high that this morning they have their own weather system going.
You call me forth with You
saying to trust for You will carry me if need be.

Come, my Lord, Adonai, Rabbi, Savior

Show me Your high places and

Lead me on.

Then Sunday late afternoon the photo below. The foothills I wrote about are the little rises at the bottom with scrubby green trees.

Folow where He leads you!

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