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Hey! I’m on vacation, so I thought I would post an article I wrote for Christian Life in London. I’m away enjoying time at the place of serenity I speak about in this article.


“Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.”

Psalm 91:1 (NLT)

The sounds from outside the cottage window drifted into my bedroom. Birds singing, crickets chirping, and the breeze rustling the leaves of a nearby poplar tree. I sighed and breathed in the serenity of this spot I treasure.

No hustle and bustle of city life. No sirens invading my space. No phones ringing. No dogs barking.

If only I could stay here longer. If only I could bottle up this little peace of heaven and take it back with me to my world of reality. I pictured myself untwisting the cap and letting it permeate my work area when the stress overtook my being.

If only.

The land on top of this mountain has been in our family for generations. The cottage sits on the very foundation of my father’s childhood home. Perhaps that’s why we cherish it so much.

Or was it the memories flooding my mind?

As children, we spent our summers here. First in our camper and later in the cottage my mother and father laboured to build. It was our haven to get away from the craziness of life.

The scent from the lilac bush flowed through the tiny cottage, filling my heart with gratitude for the moments our family shared here. My parents taught me many lessons on top of this mountain. At the time I scoffed at their words, but years later I knew there was truth in what they said. Truths that would shape me into the woman I am today.

harrison mtn

A tear rolled down my cheek. I would love to hear their laughter one more time and see the twinkle in my father’s eye when he called me tiddlywinks. If only I could be young again.

If only.

However, they were on top of their own mountain. I imagined it to be much like this one—only ten times better. More vibrant sounds of birds singing, flowers radiating smells beyond my wildest dreams, and sights more magnificent than Niagara Falls.

Yes, they were in their own sanctuary of serenity—at their Saviour’s feet.

One day I will join them and we’ll spend time together, not caring about deadlines or other stresses of the life we left behind. We’ll sing like no one is listening. We’ll dance among the wild flowers with our arms open wide, spinning until we get dizzy.

I wish I could catch a glimpse of that right here, right now.

If only.


  1. Lois McGibbon

    Very well written, Darlene! Your parents were near and dear to my heart as well and the cottage speaks volumes of the life they lived, represented, and passed on. I know you will enjoy your “recharging time”. Drop in anytime if you get the chance.

    • Darlene L. Turner

      Thanks Lois. It’s such a peaceful place and brings back lots of memories. We’ve been reminiscing and laughing!!! Planning on going back for a few more days before I head home. Yay. Love you xoxoxo

  2. Heather

    Beautiful. Be filled and refreshed.

  3. JoanJoan

    Lovely post, Darlene. I too look forward to when I can be with my parents again.

  4. Christa Sterken (@Csterken)

    What a descriptive post, I could easily imagine why it is so special to you. I have a place, on the coast of Oregon. We tried three times to make a go at living there, I loved it so much. While lying in bed you could hear the sea lion colony in the night air

    • Darlene L. Turner

      Thanks, Christa! Your place sounds heavenly. Do you go there to write? I’m hoping to do some writing (not homework!) on my next visit to Harrison Mtn this weekend. Thanks for stopping by my blog!

  5. Diane Spearing

    Dar thank you so much for this…. My Dad is the same way yours was and I’d give anything to carry on a conversation just one more time with my Dad. SO I am going to treasure all the time I have with my Mom

    • Darlene L. Turner

      I understand totally. Yes, treasure every moment with them. xo


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