I took this picture a few miles north of my home in the foothills of mountains where the sage brush desert meets the pine trees of the high country.
Every time I look at this picture I lose my breath as I imagine the gentle touch of the cool mountain wind drifting up from the stream below. What a pleasure it would be to stay there forever?
[@more@]Blessed is the man
who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
or stand in the way of sinners
or sit in the seat of mockers.
But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither.
Whatever he does prospers.
Not so the wicked!
They are like chaff
that the wind blows away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.