As I sat at the highest elevation I’ve ever been at, I couldn’t help but to feel closer to God. I was sitting in the mountain’s cafe in the clouds sipping on Earl Grey tea and talking to God in my mind. “If only my grandma could see me now.” Who would’ve thought I’d have sojourned all the way to South Africa ALONE and would be sitting over 30,000 feet in the clouds on a mountain? Not me. I couldn’t help but to mourn in that cafe for my grandmother. To achieve a dream and still feel like something was missing. It was her. She was missing. I had always dreamed of coming to Africa, but that dream included coming home to her and telling her all about my travels. Now she seemed to be all around me, enveloping me with her spirit high up in those clouds. I could feel her everywhere just like I could feel God everywhere.The moment seemed so surreal. There was a certain peace at that altitude. Nothing but the mist of the clouds surrounding me as I left the cafe, that and the Spirit of God and my grandma.

I cried softly as I walked down the winding stone stairs that left the cafe and led down to the stone walkway over the surface of the top of the mountain. There wasn’t many people on top of the mountain because it was a cloudy misty day and most people came when it was clear to look out over the mountain to see the city of Cape Town below clearly. I on the other hand wanted my heads to be in the clouds and the cloudy mist seemed to match my melancholy mood. I looked over the side of the mountain and saw the city and sea below me while being amazed at how close to the edge you could get. People were taking pictures and walking around the massive mountain top even though it was dreadful cold at that altitude. As I wiped the tears from my face, I decided to descend the mountain at sunset to see if I could get some good pictures coming down the cable car.

I jumped on the cable car and as it rotated to give us all a view of different sides of the view, I captured a few good shots and breathed a breath of relief as I calmed from my mountaintop experience. As I look back on this experience, I can’t say that it wasn’t a spiritual experience that wasn’t much like being in the cemetery alone on a perfect day visiting my grandma. I believe to be absent from the body is to be present with Jesus. What is Jesus but one with God? What is God but one with nature? So therefore, my grandma’s spirit was ALL around me on that mountain. She was in the motherland with me and that is what I shall hold on to.

View as we’re descending into cable car station at bottom of mountain

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Touching The Clouds

A South African Bakery