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The Wonder Of Creation

The Wonder Of Creation

by Joy Martin, Set Me Free Ministries Co-founder 

A few weeks ago my husband Zach and I had the pleasure of joining two good friends for a weekend trip to the mountains of Colorado. When we first received the invitation, Zach and I jumped at the chance to enjoy a short escape in a secluded log cabin high in the Rocky Mountains. We spent the next few months preparing for the trip and counting down the weeks and then days until our vacation. 

As we kissed the kids goodbye and headed off on our eight-hour drive, we were filled with excitement. We were both ready for some time away–together and without the kids in tow. It had been months since we'd seen our friends. And it had been years since either of us had escaped to the mountains. And I LOVE the mountains! 

Now, if you're at all familiar with the great state of Nebraska, you know that the drive along Interstate 80 is rather … well … flat. I'd be lying if I told you that there was much else to see other than farmland–great expanses of fields and the occasional herd of cattle. And while that may not sound like terribly exciting scenery, I have to admit that I found it quite lovely. Living in Lincoln, I often forget the simple beauty of the Great Plains. 

Of course, the farther west you travel, the more hilly the land becomes until it's almost as if you've entered a different world. As we passed into Colorado, I excitedly began looking for a hint of the mountains along the horizon. When I was little, my family vacationed often in Colorado, and every time, my dad made a game out of who could spot the mountains first. He'd tease and try to trick us. "Are those the mountains?" he'd ask, trying to get one of us to jump the gun and claim to see them before they were really visible. And then if one of us thought we saw them, he'd question us. "Hmmm … I don't know. Are you sure? Do you really think you see them?" 

As I recounted the game to Zach during our drive, he asked, "So what was the prize?" I had to stop and think for a minute. And to be honest, I can't remember. I'm not sure there even was a prize. I suppose the prize is that twenty-some-odd years later I still remember playing the game and felt giddy when I was able to declare, "I see the mountains first!" before Zach caught a clear glimpse of their faint outline in the distance. 

The closer we got to the mountains, the more excited I became. And when we finally reached the point where great rock walls bordered the road and dense clusters of trees towered above us, I sunk back in my seat and took it all in. At the beginning of a drive into the mountains, you're climbing higher and higher as the road winds around, and there are tall cliffs to either side of you, making it impossible to see anything but rock. I always feel so small next to those giant rocks that seem to be precariously perched above. At some point in the drive, however, you follow a tight turn in the road, hugging the mountainside, and then, as you round the corner, there's a moment when it all changes. Suddenly, you can see for miles, and you're looking at God's creation in all its splendor. 

I know there is wonder in all of God's creation, from the mighty oceans to the Great Plains to the vast deserts. But for me, there is something special in the mountains. They stand in testament to God's mighty power. I can't help but gaze in awe of their magnificence. 

Being in the mountains reminds me just how small I am in comparison to the rest of God's creation. And, yet, the God who formed the mighty mountains is the same God who knit me together in my mother's womb (Ps. 139:13). 

I don't think I can express my thoughts as well as Psalm 8 does. 

"O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth! Your glory is higher than the heavens…When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers— the moon and the stars you set in place—what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them? Yet you made them only a little lower than God and crowned them with glory and honor…O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!"

God is so mighty, so majestic, so awesome that if we don't praise Him the "very stones would cry out." (Luke 19) 

Imagine, the mountains themselves will give Him Glory. Now that is a breathtaking picture! Clearly, He is worthy of our praise!

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