I'm home!!!!!

Hello to you! We are back-sore muscles and all. :)
As you can see we had some cool weather-thus I look like I have gained a few pounds with all the clothes I had on. The first day was cool and beautiful on the mountain. We arrived around 10:00 after having a flat tire right in front of a automobile supply store. Which was a blessing from God because my lug nut wrench(I think that is what it is called) would not take the lug nuts off the trailer tire. Sad about the tire but good because I now know where everything is to change a tire on my truck if I ever have to (please God no).
So- we got to the mountain and I put on my hubby's bibs and my sons boots and... we were off!Above, Julia and I retaking a picture from this summer. See why they call these mountains the Smokey mountains? They are beautiful and I love them.

I sincerely hope that you can not do a close up on the above picture because I am sure the white-pale face will speak volumes about the type of trail we just came off of. I remember thinking as we got to certain points in the trail--DEAR GOD.....HELP!!!!!
And then I remember thinking--O.K, now Beth Moore says if there is something she fears... she does it so that the fear does not win out. I don't know if I won--but my man was sure proud of me. Have I told you that me riding four wheelers with my hubby is part of his love language? Yes, he really thinks I am "all that" while I am on a four wheeler. :) It is really sweet. It is nice to know that when I am not feeling my best--he thinks I am "the bomb"!

The rough ride was worth all the sore muscles and the death defying stunts-- it got us to this beautiful water fall. All the rain lately had prepared a gorgeous scene for us. I could have stayed there all day---hey, it would have stayed anywhere if it kept me off the trails I had to go back on to get me out of there. ;)

Now I know some of ya'll were deligently praying for some of that cold wet frozen stuff for us--thank you very much. We did get to see some cold, wet, frozen stuff--just not the type called snow.

As you can see Julia and I were very excited. It was really beautiful. And we enjoyed having a little fun with it. We are playing like we are ice supper heros throwing ice bolts. Silly... I know.

Julia says the above picture makes her look like a "crazy cat woman"???

Keith was good and got it in mid flight.
The next day it was pouring and it melted all of our beautiful ice. I am glad we went that way the first day. We made a trip over to Cades Cove the next day. It is a beautiful place nestled in the mountains with wild animals every where.
Here is a sweet little church and it is set on rocks set on top of each other.

I don't know if you can tell but I am just crazy about running water. I love the sound. They way the water makes the rocks move-yes, even if it take years--so that it has a path to go where it is meant to go. Yes, there is a great spiritual lesson behind that one. Nature speaks volumes of spiritual lessons to me. God speaks loud and clear to me here.
Can you see the fog on the water below? How cool is that?
Kind of like the Spirit that hovered over the face of the water in the beginning. I Know.....but that is just where my mind goes.

Well.....that is all I have time for at the moment. I have a few last minute details to get ready for Bible study tonight. And the laundry is calling. And yes, Walmart is too. We will see about the last one. But, I want ya'll to know that as I was flying along the trails on the mountains-your names were being lifted to our Father. There is just something about a two hour ride at night in the cool mountain air-while being towed out of the back woods by your husband, after your four wheeler has thrown a belt--that just brings on the desire to pray. I thanked God that my dear husband brought a towing strap and extra gas. It was a peaceful uneventful tow home-other than the four deer that decided to run across the road right in front of the four wheelers.
While riding along behind Keith and Julia I let my mind wander over the women back home--some from blogdom, some from church, and one living in the Georgia hills--God and I had a good conversation. It was really an intimate time talking to God and time to do a little singing at the top of my lungs...... when no one but God could hear me. :)
Love you guys!
Glad to be home----- even though I do miss my mountains.

Thank all of you who left sweet messages while I was gone!
I'll catch up tomorrow.
Duty calls.