EDIT: Quote of the day: "So I had a funny conversation in my head with someone. . . you guys understand that I have conversations in my head." - Emily I went cross country skiing for the first time this past Christmas - somewhere in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin. Before taking off a man gave me one piece of advice - "If you're not falling, you're not trying." That being said, I should get a medal for how hard I tried. The thing is - I didn't fall when it made sense to fall. I didn't fall on all of the hills or sharp turns. I fell very . . . randomly. When the ground was flat and we were gliding along, I'd just fall. At one point I looked up and asked God if He was laughing at me. But it was beautiful. About a hundred yards into the course you could no longer see the camp or other people around you. It was just trees and woods and tracks of various wild animals and snow - lots of snow. Snow covered everything. The only way I know how to describe it is Narnia. If Narnia were real, it would have looked like this. I half expected Aslan to come out at any second. At one point, I was so far behind everyone (well, that was every point) that I stopped for a minute to get my bearings and just look around. I started to sing. "God of Wonders" was running through my head and I was amazed at the beauty of His creation. The trees were standing so tall, so beautifully pointing to God. Telling anyone who would be willing to stop for a minute and look up that He is there and He is very real. They were so clearly pointing to God that I stopped singing. I didn't want to interrupt with my song. So I kept skiing, or falling in a gliding motion, and was filled with joy that the God who skillfully crafted those woods with a word skilfully created me, and could actually love me like a Father. Conquer death as my Savior. And care about my life. I thought about singing out loud again but there was no reason, the trees already were. | 
