Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

Yesterday I shared the obstacles, challenges and setbacks my brother John and I experienced on our way to the United Kingdom to visit my granddaughter Katie’s family.  After being with Liam, Katie, Elodie and Rosalie at their home yesterday I really want to shout out:  “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough. Ain’t No Valley Low Enough.  Ain’t No River Wide Enough”… to keep me from visiting Katie, Liam, and my great granddaughters, Elodie and Rosalie!   Ain’t no flight delays.  Ain’t no travel woes.  Ain’t no “age” being too old …to keep me away!

Elodie will be four-years old in November.  Rosalie was actually celebrating her 14-month birthday yesterday.  I last saw them in November 2022.  There are no words to describe the “feelings” I felt in being able to be with them again.  (Awe?  Wonder? Jubilant?  Gratitude? — Nope!).  Ain’t no word big enough, or wide enough,  or deep enough, to describe the “Great Grandad feelings” of being with them.

John and I walked in Howden last night passing by the ruins of the “Minster”— and through the beautifully preserved town center with narrow cobbled streets and restored buildings—to a wonderful little Italian restaurant we enjoyed on our last visit.  As we strolled along, the words of Isaac Watts hymn, “O God, Our Help in Ages Past” kept singing within—“Time, like an ever-rolling stream…, Time, like an ever-rolling stream…”—reminding  me again how important it is to use the time I have to visit my granddaughter and great granddaughters in the UK.  Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.  Ain’t No Valley Low Enough.  Ain’t No River Wide Enough…Ain’t No Age too Old...!