Let Him Lift you

I had an interesting experience skiing with John last week. On one of the runs I was not able to get off the ski lift when I was supposed to so I kind of had to jump (not far) but I fell. I was trying so hard to get up, but for some reason I couldn't. A man came over to help me up. I figured it would make it easier for him if I tried to help him help me...WRONG! As we both struggled I heard John say, "Just let him help you." Here is where the Lord taught me. As soon as I stopped struggling and trying to do it my way the man was able to pull me up quickly and easily.
When we are struggling and the Lord come to give us a hand it is time to stop struggling and allow Him to help us. I know that often the Lord wants to help us, but we won't let Him. It is time to let Him lift us.

Skiing

John loves to go skiing for his birthday. It is all he has asked for since he was like 14. This was my second year going with him and we had so much fun. We left Glen with Grandma Hansen and we took off for the slopes. We got to Alta at about 9:30 or so and it was freezing. The temperature at the time was -2, but with the suns help it warmed up a lot after only a few hours. We stopped for lunch at Alf's lodge before heading back to the mountain (which incidentally we never left)

I took a lot of scenery pictures because it was absolutely gorgeous up there.
As you can see the sun was shining and it mad the snow sparkle.Breathtaking is all I can say.It wasn't windy where we were down on the slopes, but you can see the wind picking the snow up off the summit here. I think this looks really cool. This picture was taken right after we got there and I am standing next to the car, gotta love the zoom.Aww, the ski lift, the view, the terror. The place to rest sore muscles until the next run down.This is the view from our table in Alf's Lodge. It looks so peaceful and serene, no one would ever know that waiting just out side lurking in the shadows are sore muscles, soft snow drifts to plough into, and the chance to go a million miles an hour down a steep hill.

Lunch break, mmm...my husband. What a great man. I sure do love him.