{"id":806296,"date":"2020-04-11T10:30:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-11T16:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.summitdaily.com\/?p=381647"},"modified":"2020-04-11T10:30:00","modified_gmt":"2020-04-11T16:30:00","slug":"walking-our-faith-the-resurrection-of-hope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/ksmt\/local-news\/walking-our-faith-the-resurrection-of-hope\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking Our Faith: The Resurrection of hope"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson<\/strong>
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Tuesday morning started out great. I had rearranged the furniture in my living room the day before, so when I came downstairs Tuesday morning, I felt like I had a fresh perspective. I changed my desk around, which is also my dining room table, so that it faced out the window and gave me a view of the mountain so seemingly near that I often imagine myself walking up its gentle peak.<\/p>\n

I got a lot of writing done, and in the afternoon, I took my dogs for a long walk and noticed the earthy smells of wet mud on our dirt roads and green from the trees and the sound of birds and the blue skies for miles.  <\/p>\n

But something happened that evening. Perhaps it was watching the news for an hour \u2014 I\u2019ve tried to limit myself \u2014 or maybe it was something I saw on Facebook. I\u2019m not sure what it was, but by the time I got to bed Tuesday night, I felt sad and uneasy about the future.<\/p>\n

I went to sleep listening to a recording of the 23rd Psalm, and when that finished, I talked to God in the darkness with the light of the full moon bouncing off the snow and creating a soft glow.<\/p>\n

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