As I gaze at the musty fog overshadowing the mountains in between the trees I feel at peace. Was is it about the mountains that makes one feel so centered, grounded, and complete?
The mountains are strong. They stand tall with such confidence and grace and they are inviting. The mountains in the fall are the very best thing to discover. Hints of orange, red, and yellow spread across the peak of these creations.
Mountains transcend time. They have been around longer than we have. In scripture we find countless verses describing their existence. These beautiful descriptions fill us with such hope and security from our creator.
The mountains quake before him and the hills melt away. The earth trembles at his presence, the world and all who live in it.
To the roots of the mountains I sank down; the earth beneath barred me in forever. But you, LORD my God, brought my life up from the pit.
Psalms 90:2 Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
He who forms the mountains, who creates the wind, and who reveals his thoughts to mortals, who turns dawn to darkness, and treads on the heights of the earth – the LORD God Almighty is his name.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
When I begin to feel inadequate, powerless, and small. I look outside my door to a small glimpse of the mountains. I am reminded yes, I am small but strength is there waiting outside my door. I have a powerful creator who so intricately formed me along with the site I gaze at. With the same breath he blew in my lungs he breathed these mountains into their existence. It was an expression of who he is. It was an act of love.
I can carry myself with confidence and strength just like the mountains do. I have power because of the Holy Spirit residing in me. I am grounded, complete, and centered.