It was a long and upward trail on the side of a mountain. There was a way through this wilderness that had been faithfully trod by those who went before me, be it rocky and full of roots that tried to trip me up. But there was a path engraved. I just had to follow it.
I kept my eyes to the trail. And all I could see was dirt and gravel and roots and an occasional low spot of squishy mud.
Kind of like an ordinary day, I thought. Keep your head down and you'll get through this.
But as I hiked, following Bill up the mountainside, my senses began to awaken to what was around me. And I realized that the only thing pathetic was my attitude. Because when I lifted my eyes, God astonished me.
I glanced to my left, and God took my breath away.
And then, I looked up and saw a million trees singing praise.
This was not a path through the woods, but the main aisle in one of the world's greatest cathedrals.
God does not transform the mundane and ordinary.
I am already walking through the extraordinary, and I don't even know it. Even now. Even today. Even in what only appears like gravel and mud, He dazzles me with His Presence.
I just need to lift up my eyes and see what He has wrought. Look where I am. Look where I am going. Look at what is before me. I don't want to miss out on His resounding faithfulness, bombarding all my senses. How majestic is Your name in all the earth.
I will not just get
through this hard gravelly place. Things will not just be OK. That would be missing the point. That would be missing the awe of God in this. Because God is not all about outcomes and destinations, but the incredible journey of knowing Him more.
Where is this hard path going? You wouldn't believe. Don't miss the wonder along the way.
I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From whence does my help come?
My help comes from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121.1-2
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