When the leaves begin to change in the Blue Ridge, it’s like a storybook come to life. Brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows haven’t quite shown up yet, but you know they’re on the way. Couple that anticipation with crisp, sun-filled skies and autumn warmth on your face, and you will think you’re as close to Heaven as you possibly can be, while your feet are still on this weary ground.
I’ve been almost everywhere along these mountains in every season. But I’d never been to Shenandoah National Park until this past October. Boy, have I been missing out! This drive, so close to so many metropolitan areas, is like another world- one where quiet breezes and distant bird calls are the only noise you’ll hear. Yes, on a Saturday in peak leaf season, it will be filled with fellow sojourners, but there is still plenty of space to get away from it all.
“Before the mountains were born or You brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting You are God.” Psalm 90:2.
As I looked out over these beautiful mountains, so old, so solid and so strong, I could not help but be reminded that there is One who created them, and from everlasting to everlasting, He is God.
