What are these people looking at in the first picture? For that matter, what are YOU looking at now? You are looking at our journey last Sunday evening. We live in a valley at the foot of the mountains, and we need to go up and over the mountain frequently. On Sunday at twilight, we paused at the top of the mountain. This is because the clouds had sunk down in the valley, and we were literally above the clouds, looking down on them. And we weren't even in a plane. The mists had indeed rolled from the beauty of the hills.
When the mists have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills,
And the sunlight falls in gladness
On the rivers and the rills,
We recall our Father's promise
In the rainbow of the spray:
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away.
We shall come with joy and gladness,
We shall gather round the throne;
Face to face with those that love us,
We shall know as we are known;
And the song of our redemption
Shall resound through endless day,
When the shadows have departed,
And the mists have rolled away.
Annie H. Barker