I saw Jesus coming down the mountain! He was looking at me with eyes of compassion. He stopped when he came to me and he picked me up and put me over his shoulders. He started to carry me up the mountain.
We read in the Gospels that Jesus went up into the hills to pray. So I run out the door of my house to follow Jesus into the hills near my home! I love to be alone with Jesus in the quiet and beauty of nature, meditating on Scripture and conversing with him about life in his kingdom.