They couldn't see the mountain.
It was obscured by the smoke of
Wild fires, and then as they drove
Even closer, it was covered by
Clouds,
But for just a brief moment the
Mist parted and they saw
Mt. Rainier in all its splendor before
It was hidden again.
"It describes our life journey, now,"
The couple told me.
They've lost a son, and their daughter is
Trapped and traumatized with
Mental illness.
Being in constant crisis mode is
Debilitating.
"We feel like God's hiding," the
Burdened mom shared.
"We can't see Him or feel Him at
All, and then suddenly, for a moment
The curtains part, and
We sense His presence, and
We're albe to keep going."
Our solid Rock,
Our secure Refuge,
Our immoveable Fortress,
Our towering Strength,
Our hovering Protector,
Unseen,
But endlessly faithful,
Often cloaked, but
Ever near.
Ever near.
"But the Lord has become my fortress,
and my God the rock in whom I take
refuge." (Psalm 94:22)