A Thousand Years – Day 7

Palm Sunday turned out to be Day 7 and was a day of worship (at a small town church that began in 1774) and rest. I hiked up to the top of the ridge, where there is a swing on long cables. When you swing on it it suspends you out over the hillside and you can see for miles into the mountains. This swing was a symbol of keeping alive the child-like faith and joy in my heart as I live each day.