During the past year, I have often felt like I was standing at the base of a magnificent mountain. It's the kind of view that takes your breath away. Speechless in the moment, I have tried to step back in awe and reverence to find the words in the deafening silence to describe what I see and feel. But many times I have just stood there and stared at the overwhelming view of that which is indescribable. I search my heart for words that have never been spoken before.
Connie Maxwell Children’s Home is a mountain of Love.
The face of God shines through the smiles, tears, and tenderness of our children.
One morning recently, I awoke in the mystery of Love’s presence.
I can't explain it. I just knew that Love like a mountain surrounded me and I didn’t want to move or interrupt the peace and well being of my soul. At that moment I felt like a scribe—a messenger that was sent to describe my view of the mountain. What follows is my feeble attempt to put into words the incredible sensation I felt while viewing the majesty and beauty before me—within me.
God’s Love is like a Mountain.
Standing right before my eyes.
It takes my breath away.
My only Calling is to try and describe it.
Though I stand at the bottom of it….
Looking at the high snowy peaks…
It is outside of me….
So much bigger than me.
Yet a part of me….
Under my feet…
Inside my heart.
Words won't describe the mountain
But I am endlessly compelled to speak about its beauty
It's silent power…
Moves me. I walk its winding trails and look around to find its more than a large expanse of matter.
It is Spirit.
It is full of life.
As I get closer and find myself in its arms
I see its green trees and rolling rivers
I hear the birds sing a song of peace
I smell the balm of its pines like perfume surrounding me…
Drawing me closer like One that I love.
The silence is deafening
The stillness is the words of a lost and forgotten language
Translated into my heart for the first time.
The language of God.
I feel the mist of cool, clear rain splash across my face.
I feel the warmth of a ray of light peeking through the trees
Like a strong hand reaching around my shoulder Pulling me close to its side
Whispering His words of love and comfort
But no one is there
Yet everyone is present
A parade of sacred stories and memories flood my soul
A symphony of music erupts from within
A band of unseen angels sings a chorus of Hallelujahs
I fall on my knees there upon the mountain
I reach down and gather a hand full of dirt from the moist soil
And let it trickle through my fingers back to the ground
I breathe the cold air
And sense someone is ever so near
Alone but satisfied
I don't want to move
To interrupt this eternal conversation
Unable to describe or fathom this moment
I fall into silence once again.
I know that I am not alone.
There are no words to describe our first year at Connie Maxwell. But this creative offering is my attempt to find the words to reveal the mystery of my heart and soul.