Though my daughter and I climbed the mountain for about two hours, our view didn’t compare to this guy’s atop the imposing flatiron.
Blake and I were content to watch others as we rested and shared our snacks.
Several teenagers climbed a rock below us to see the other side and get a different view.
High or low, on a mountain or in the valley, the happiest of times, the sad ones, and the scary ones too…..the best view is the one where you look back and see God’s mercies.
And when you can do that…..you have the best view of all.