Whenever my mom would share something exciting that the Lord had done for her she would more then likely end her story with one of these sayings, the first one being ” I’m so excited I could jump up and click my heels” quickly followed with “but I’m afraid I might fall and break my hip”. Afterward she would give a chuckle at the thought of it and I would gladly join in all her amusement. Secondly, she’d share was how she longed to go up to Columbia River Gorge and praise the Lord over the breathtaking scenery. Most of the time my mom talked of this while visiting our home, afterwards she would then proceed to walk out to our small deck along the north side of our home. As her feet landed on the wood planks she would lift her arms thanking and praising God. Returning inside, quite content her face beaming and she would gush how much she enjoyed the deck that Kevin built. Our modest deck with no sweeping views seemed to satisfy my moms’ yearning to stand and give God glory. Whether or not I accompanied her as she positioned herself to extol our adoring creator, in the back of my mind I longed to someday take my mother to her “dream spot”.
Years went by with only my good intentions, she never got to stand and worship the lover of her soul at the gorge…….until last week. The sun was shining, the air crisp and leaves ablaze with vivid hues forming a pleasant parade route up the scenic highway welcoming her long awaited arrival. Arm and arm Kevin and I escorted her to drink in the panoramic view and to finally stand in the place she always dreamed about. Praise rolled off her tongue as she looked at all the beauty our Heavenly Father created. While standing next to her I was hungry to hear every word that mom uttered. Though it was hard to leave her side I managed to pull myself away to get a couple of photos to remember this day. It wasn’t long before the sun slowly began to subside and the chill of the air nudged us to bring this remarkable event to a close. Thus, it was time to gingerly help my mom back into the warm cozy car for our trip home.
Leaves danced and twirled in celebration as we wound our way back down the old scenic highway; holding in our hearts warm memories of our splendid day together….a prolonged dream realized.
Beholding the work of a God that makes all things beautiful in His time. A brilliant and glorious crescendo with the best seats in the house. In humbleness we offered our God a well deserved standing ovation poised on holy ground; filled with deep appreciation and gratitude, watching my mother’s desire fulfilled….to stand closer to God.