(I do distinctly remember the morning about which I wrote below. I'd chosen not to stay in the shelter, preferring the privacy and relative warmth of my tent- at least my tent would keep out the breezes. I found an isolated meadow near the shelter and set up camp. The next morning, I was surrounded by a white haze. I could see light coming from the direction of the valley below and soon the sun began burning away the fog. I sat there in the tall grass, soon drenched in the new morn's golden sunlight, and sang praises to my God. What a wonderful way to start a day.
I wrote this prior to eating breakfast, apparently, and probably did so due to the joy I was experiencing from the recent worship.)
Woke on mountaintop in a cloud, waiting for the sun to break through. Sang a hymn or two and read three Psalms aloud (25-27).
"Be strong and take heart. Wait for the Lord." -Ps. 27
Gaffer's tape seems to work well on mega-blister I have going on right ankle. Walked around today (this morning, rather) breaking camp and could not feel a thing with bandage/tape combo. Going to find Graceful, who is sleeping in shelter. I stayed in tent last night.
I sleep so much better out here!
"Fair are the meadows, fairer stil the woodlands
Robed in the blooming garb of Spring
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing." -lyrics, 'Fairest Lord Jesus'
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