I just got back from hiking all over a mountain in the rain. My family is out in Oregon where we experienced Mount Hood at it’s best. If you ever get a chance to hike to the top of Multanomah Falls and look out over the Columbia River in the rain, it’s gorgeous. You almost feel like you’re touching the sky and everything below you looks small and insignificant.
My brother’s teacher once prayed, “Lord, thank you for the mountaintop moments, the Mountain Dew moments, the Dr. Pepper moments…” If you’re good at interpreting eccentric prayers, maybe you can help me with the second half of Mr. Smith’s expression of gratitude. But the mountaintop moments are worth remembering in every prayer, every minute of the day.
You and I climb a lot of mountains (metaphorically speaking). There’s no way to get over them without God’s help but once you get to the top… wow… You feel closer to Him than you’ve ever felt in your whole life and all the walls that looked so big when you were standing next to them on the ground look small and insignificant from up so high.
I love those reminders of how awesome and big God is. Just like that song we used to sing as children: “Our God is so big/so strong and so mighty/There’s nothing my God cannot do…”