The sun beat down relentlessly with a sweltering heat. Even though I was sitting under my pop up canopy, beads of sweat ran down my forehead into my eyes and trickled down my back. Despite the shade, the heat still lingered. The sultry air was stifling and oppressive. I was dripping with sweat from my head to my toe.
As storms clouds started rolling in, I hoped for a break in the oppressive heat, but the clouds only increased an already suffocating humidity. The air was heavy with the dampness of a coming storm. Because we were under a severe thunderstorm watch, I secured my merchandise the best I could and lowered my canopy to try and protect it from the rain that was heading our way.
The rain soon began to fall so heavily that I was soaked before I could get to shelter under the large arts and crafts tent. From the shelter of the tent, I could see heavy rain, sheets of water falling from dark skies. For a short time, hail was mixed in with the rain. Then almost as quickly as it had started, the rain stopped. Within a few minutes, the sun was shining again.
At 8 pm the headliner, National Park Radio, took the stage. As I listened to the incredibly talented band play, I was saddened that so many people were missing the opportunity to hear a free concert by a great band. One song that they sang seemed very poignant. I loved the lyrics and asked the band’s singer/songwriter, Stefan Szabo, for permission to use them. He graciously permitted me to quote the song and even sent me the lyrics.
The song is titled, “Mighty Mountains.” It reminded me of times in my life that I have been too easily discouraged. In the song, Stefan writes; “That crooked road seemed all too steep. It stretched beyond what I could see.” But the song is not about giving in to life’s problems. It is about a positive outlook and the determination to not let life pass you by. The song continues, “But at last I saw the future; Every moment that could be. Oh, I found that life was waiting there for me. Only for a moment I'd forgotten why we came. Not unlike my father mighty mountains call my name. Oh the explanations and excuses we could find. But unlike my father those mighty mountains I will climb.”
The day's events left me thinking about how easily we are distracted. A quick cloudburst can keep us from climbing mighty mountains and receiving the blessings that are there for us. I was truly blessed by the music of National Park Radio, and I wonder how many people missed out on a wonderful evening of music just because it had rained a few hours earlier.
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