We came to an outcropping of rock, and my Mom made a swift joke about mountian climbing... but sure enough, that was the plan. The climb was not particularly rough, just enough to increase the beating of your heart and quicken your breath. Within ten minutes we had navigated the scrub and rocks in the path and arrived at the top.
I may never have the desire or ability to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro (which we never saw due to cloud cover) but this mountain, in this moment in time, possessed greatness in my being. I simply stood and thanked God for the beauty created by His hand... my eyes and my heart sought out every angle and I prayed that I could imprint it all on my heart.
Even now... home, and so far away from the land I fell completely in love with, I can feel it overtake me. I can feel that the prayers I prayed were answered, and He has allowed me to bring bits and pieces of the beauty home in my heart and mind. And I am so thankful... for this lovely gift that will forever be a part of me... this person God is still working in.