Hello, thank you for joining me again today as we pursue the pleasure of his company.

Nobody compete with him.

The title of our post today is The Place.

I love the mountains. Doesn't matter if it's to hunt, fish, walk, or sit. I just love

hanging out in mountainous terrain. I've spent hundreds of hours climbing hills, hiking majestic

peaks, sitting in lush valleys, reflecting, relaxing, and rejuvenating my inner

person. If you've never sat on the edge of a 13,000 foot feet mountain peak on a clear, sunny day

looking over forests, rivers, lakes, and valleys. Well,

let's just say your bucket list is unfinished. I remember the day several years ago while

hunting elk in Colorado. Actually, I wasn't elk hunting. I was place hunting.

I had walked an hour or so from the truck when I rounded a turn, crested a hill,

and there it was. Several hundred yards below me was a gorgeous stream.

Across the stream was a beautiful green meadow, covered with flowers leading up to a golden

aspen forest.

Indescribable beauty, almost surreal. Well, this is it, I thought the hunt is over. I couldn't find a

better place to sit and talk to God. How's it going today, Abba? I asked. It sure is great to be

together here on this amazing, majestic setting.

I sat there for a while thinking and conversing with Dad, just enjoying the pleasure of his company.

After an hour or so, I heard the unmistakable screech of a golden eagle.

Sure enough, there it was, soaring right in front of me, gliding, dipping, flying over the river, then back above the trees, just showing off.

How do you like that, son? Papa God asked. Amazing, dad,

incredible performance, I said, thanking him. If any of you have biblical proof that God would not

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