My days in Jackson Hole were often drizzly. Although I would have loved traipsing around outside in the sunshine, the rain was equally as refreshing. I grew up in Czech after all; rain is comforting and charming, reminding me of home.
On the day when Sara and I were going to go visit a hot spring about an hour away, we looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds. After looking at the weather forecast, we decided it was safer to stay close by, so we went for a drive along a road that paralleled the mountains, and wove through a canyon to find a small lake. It rained off and on, but we savored the views and the spectacular shades of greens and blues that seemed to glow in the rain.
It finally cleared up a bit so that we could see the Tetons. What a sight to behold, uncapturable with the one lens I had brought with me to Wyoming. I guess our own eyes are sometimes the best way to soak in beauty anyways.
I'm so grateful to have gotten to spend even just a couple of days with this friend! Thank you, Lord. Getting to experience the gift of friendships that the Lord has given me in each season of life reminds me yet again that he always provides just what we need when we need it.