San Salvatore mountain is right on the edge of Switzerland and Italy. I had the joy of taking a funicular train up the mountain and hiking back down on a strangely beautiful day. It was incredible. To trek through the forest was refreshing and exhausting, and it began to pour near the end of our descent. When we got to the bottom of the mountain, we were tired and wet and looking at this amazing lake at the base of these mountains, a valley lake.
It was calm except for the pouring rain. And we decided to jump in. Unplanned, in our hiking clothes. And it was glorious. Swimming in that cool, but not cold, water...in a valley, mountains all around...all quiet except for the tinkling, sparkling sound of the pouring rain on the otherwise still water. It was too much to take in. Too perfect, too beautiful. So we treaded water and prayed. It was the only possible response. God was speaking to us and we had to speak back, to praise him out loud together for the fullness and glory we were experiencing. It was a moment you can't plan, you can't prepare for, you can only be lead to.
And when you're lead there, you have to be ready to jump in. 
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