I love the mountains. Period. I just see so much stillness; they calm my heart so much to be out in God’s creation among the aspen trees, hearing the birds chirping, breathing that crisp mountain air. It makes me think of how God formed the mountains by just speaking. Can you wrap your head around that? Isn’t it awesome.
Mountains are wonderful. I’ve gone up to them many times, many times when I was still frozen with anxiety and fear over food, frozen with paralyzing fear that I was being taken out of my routine and that I had to find something ‘safe to eat.’
This time was a defining trip to the mountains for me. About 2 weeks ago, we went up into the mountains. I wasn’t anxious. I didn’t have that pit in the bottom of my stomach thinking about and planning all the foods I was going to eat.
I was able to get up in the morning and treasure that morning sunshine. I was able to get up in the morning and soak in the morning sunshine instead of being worried about what I was going to eat for breakfast.