The Mountain Top

The character of my days in Africa can be summed up in two words: simplicity and beauty. There was something so refreshing about the flow of life in Tanzania: waking up to the sunrise, the rhythm of drums calling children to school assembly, falling asleep to a cricket symphony and a cool mountain breeze. Honestly, it was as if I had lain my head on Nature's chest and was listening to it's heart beat steadily as it breathed calmly in and out from sunrise to sundown.

I remember the first time I saw Mount Kilimanjaro. It was...breathtaking. I could dive into detail from memory, but I'd rather share with you a page from my journal, written the first day Kilimanjaro shook it's magnificent head out of the clouds for me to stare at. 

.May 28. 

I have seen beautiful places...but never have I seen God show off like this. I'm hemmed in on all sides by distant mountains, but Kilimanjaro outshines them all. It's presence is comforting - almost protective, safe. He breathes through the thick clouds and sings, "I AM made me. I AM will save you. I AM will keep you from all harm. Look to me, and to the hills. Your help is in the LORD, and you are loved." The mountain slopes to the east and west - reaching, always reaching as if to embrace all of us in the Father's loving arms. I can see the fingerprints of God when I look at this mountain...

...just as I saw his fingerprints on every child of the village. Their smiles, laughter, tears, and sighs were all human sized Kilimanjaro's, filled with beauty and designed by God. His fingerprints are everywhere. They are on the mountain top, the meadows, the butterfly gently resting on a small flower. And His fingerprints can be found on every human in this world - never stop looking!

In Him,
Bekah S.