I stood with my husband, feeling his hand hold mine. We shared the view of the valley. Standing in the pavilion, a man pushing a wheelbarrow passed just below us. We struck up a quick conversation about the beautiful view. He shared with us how far we could see the view on a “clear” day. I’d been here often times before to pray, looking to see the mountain ranges he spoke about. As he moved on I smiled. Saying nothing, I squeezed the hand of my husband.
It was nearly time to go speak. Comfort flooded me. Today I was going to see clearly from a mountain top I had been climbing my whole life. My view was about to change.