A Trip to the Shenandoah National Park

A few months ago I found myself having the sudden urge to get the hell out of Newport News. Shocker right? Anyways me and my girlfriend decided we wanted to see mountains, so we made a split decision to drive two hours to hike the renowned Hawksbill Mountain in the Shenandoah National Park. After a brief struggle to hike up a mildly challenging ridge, we were left with a truly wondrous sight to behold. It is in moments such as these that stand out to me more any other memories during my 22 years on this planet, and furthermore, seem to be the most holy. Even the many years I have spent in church don't seem to compare for the following reason: there is nothing more naturally beautiful than gazing out at God's creation as it was intended to be seen. Valleys, rivers, mountains, trees, even the sky, all paint a paint picture unmatched by any artist. It is the ultimate beauty, made from the hand of God himself. I recognize this is a rather unorthodox opinion as a confirmed Christian, but I truly feel God most strongly in my heart in moments such as these.