There is something about a mountain

Not every morning do I wake up and look out the window of a log cabin to see beautiful mountains. Actually this is probably the first in many years.

There is something about a mountain. Yesterday I drove down through colorado and to my right was beautiful mountains. Majestic, some snow peaked, royally dressed with clouds as halos, and speaking to me. I am. It going crazy hearing mountains talk but the things they say about our creator and about his desire for us to enjoy beauty keeps reminding me of a loving father who just wants to make his children smile. As a parent I would get excited about a gift that knew would make the kids get all excited. Something they had wanted or something they needed or perhaps something that would make them jump up and down and laugh. I wanted to do that yesterday but I was the driver. I wanted to laugh at the beauty, shout out Gods majesty. And I even had thankful for the ugly mini-van I got to drive. I wanted a cute little economy car. The rental place evidently didn’t realize the paperwork when I reserved the car had meaning. Along with 20 other people standing in line for 45 minutes, they began upgrading people to get the line moving. They didn’t have my car clean, they said, although it was an hour after my reserve time. Would I want a mini- van and be gone now? I must have had the “you are offering me a mini van” look cuz he added a free tank of gas with it. And actually as I headed south. The mini van did give me a much better view of God’s beauty so I could marvel. As we watched the sunset, while suffering sitting in a hot tub on a log cabin deck, I watched the mountain peaks change color, yellows and reds and pinks and wondered how many times God has done sunsets just to make people pull over and marvel? How many times do we look in our rear view mirrors and go ahh…..that is so beautiful. How gratified God must feel when we look up and say, wow God. Is he as excited as we are when the colors and leaping out of the sky and making our hearts skips beat? I look out at the mountains and I think of the Psalms. Psalms 104 reminds us, Psalms 98 especially talks to me… let the ocean breakers call out, “encore” and the mountains harmonize the finale….. the whole chapter is screaming about Gods creation and how it applauds him and makes us thrilled to be apart of it. And today, I get to sit here looking at the beauty simply because God loved-me, chose me, saved me, gave me friends, loves me, still chooses me, still forgives me, still reminds me of that by relationships with others and when he shows his creation to me…it’s still one of those ahh moments…there is something about a mountain… and yes, for the record, I have always wanted to live in a log cabin in the mountains….but because God can and will answer prayers, I would request a mountain lake to go with it too….