Then Moses went up on the mountain, and the cloud covered the mountain.
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Clingman's Dome in Tennessee is the highest point on the Appalachian Trail. The park service has made the path there more accessible by vehicles and the last mile of the hiking path is steep but do-able. When I went there, I discovered first-hand why those mountains got their name. I stood at the highest elevation over several states. I expected to see a breath-taking vista before me and all that I saw was fog. I had walked from a bright blue sky and sunny day into a cloud. The park ranger was prepared for these kind of days and the hint of disappointment on the faces of people like me. She welcomed hikers warmly at the peak and flung her arms to the gray mass of chilled fog before our eyes and said, "Behold, the Great Smokies!" There they were as certain as the mountain beneath our feet and wrapped in the truth of their name. God for Moses and for us is as certain as the mountain beneath our feet but still a truth wrapped in mystery.
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We ask, Lord, for solid footing and faith. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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