Goodbye Green Hills

The mountains skipped like rams, The little hills like lambs. Psalms 114:4

It is impossible to imagine not waking up to see our quiet green mountains. Clearly the same God who stooped down to fashion the hills and mountain steams also drew the edge of the sea. He that traced out the deep valley also marked with sand and rock the place for the tide to wash over. And the Savior who watched with us through nights when our children tossed and turned is still watching. He sees down the road lights the way ahead and gives us strength for our journey!

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