I went on a 5 mile hike on a section of the Appalachian Trail that runs through Shenandoah National Park with friends from church on Saturday. It’s one of the best things I’ve done all year. We stopped at overlooks along the way to rest and read some Psalms, and on the last stop we shared in the Eucharist. One of the girls said that the hike felt like a prayer. I agree. Thank God for this place.
I grew up in that prayer, Leah. The beautiful mountains were always with me. Now you understand why it was so hard for me to leave the Shenandoah Valley. “Shenandoah” means “Daughter of the Stars.”