Story time: When I was little and vacationing in Yosemite in the winter, I was having a bad day. It was something having to do with sledding and my brother, but I was mad and I just wanted to go home, but I couldn’t because I was little and had no escaping power.

I found this little chapel nearby and I started praying…I noticed some trees near the chapel that were loaded down with snow so much that the branches were pointing straight down to the ground. I suddenly had the urge to relieve them of their burdens. So…I went around wiping the snow off of their little branches and was feling quite powerful that there existed something littler than myself, that I could help those trees feel free. And I remember thinking (at that young age) at how cool it was that I was so much littler than God.

Anyway, that second picture you posted is the chapel that I visited that day.

That was a fun memory to relive. Thanks Jared.