Look to the hills

On misty days, the hills seem to grow larger and more imposing as you walk.

The air is cool and sounds are muffled.

Walkers keep to the narrow ways; those well-trodden paths which will lead them out of the valley.

I lift up my eyes to the hills—
    from where will my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121

Jesus, hold us and keep us close as we tread the narrow path with you this Lent . Amen.

Painting – Andy P L Smith ; reflections – Paula Smith

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