On the Horizon

Today I was able to see the mountains clearly.  There was no haze or clouds to block my view.  They were majestic.  The blues and purples topped with patches of snow stood out against the grey sky.  As I looked at those mountains, I remembered our trip to the Oregon Coast not long ago.

Our journey to the coast takes us through Eastern Oregon then along the Columbia River.  We have traveled over the mountains that sit in northeast Oregon more than 20 times.  On this journey I spotted two mountains on the horizon I had never seen before.  I believe I was seeing Mt. Adams and Mt. Rainier.  Looking at the map, I was in awe at how far away these mountains were and I was able to see them from my vantage point atop the Blues Mountains. 

Those mountains have always there.  I've never seen them before because they were hidden behind haze that usually sits on the horizon.

Many amazing and beautiful and magnificent things are on the horizon all the time.  They are hidden by haze.  They are hidden by the clouds.  They are hidden by bad weather.  Now that I know those mountains are there, I will always look for them.  My eyes will be searching for any hint of them next time we travel that way.

Perhaps there is always something amazing and beautiful on the horizon.  Perhaps it is simply hidden.  I want to look expectantly for what might be hidden.  I want to remember to expect the amazing.  It may take awhile for it to appear, but I know it is there.  I know the magnificent is waiting for me.