Then Sings My Soul in Silence

I know it's been a while since I've posted. Not that I haven't have opportunities… if you follow Adam's blog you'd see he's still been posting (even if he is a few weeks behind). I've just been lacking the motivation. I've thought up a few topics for posts such as:

my aversion to killing bugs,

characteristics of the different states,

our time in New York City,

the week my brother hiked with us,

sexism,

mental illness and the possibility that I have one,

an encyclopedia of hiker terms,

what it's like to be a female, married thru-hiker,

the books I've been reading,

how my pursuit of "Nepsis" is faltering,

and my bad memory.

If any of those sound interesting, please feel free to request one in a comment at the bottom of this entry. If not, I hope you enjoy the silence. I really have been enjoying this time of mindlessness while on the trail. I haven't been thinking such lofty thoughts or agonizing (or seething) about any topics recently. I've just been walking. And walking. And staying in the occasional hotel (the one we're staying at tonight, Hanover Inn, is real nice and fancy - a treat in honor of our having been married two whole years today!). And walking. We've just entered New Hampshire and are heading into the White Mountains soon… then the hundred-mile wilderness… then Katahdin! We only have about a month left (depending on if we can attend some friends' wedding in Maryland on the 23rd).

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,

and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.

When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur,

And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,

And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.

Then I shall bow, in humble adoration.

And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

The words of the second verse of this song were inscribed on a plaque in one of the shelters we visited. How fitting.