Ocean cabana or mountain cabin?
This was one of the questions in a great little book I bought for our recent road trip from Arizona to Wyoming and back. The book is called "Coke or Pepsi" and it's filled with discussion starters for friends. So, the ocean or mountain question was posed somewhere on I-15 in Utah.
One by one my family answered, "ocean" "ocean" "ocean" and so on. I knew their answers before they spoke. They L-O-V-E the ocean. They love playing in the sand, body surfing, boogie boarding, jumping over waves, collecting sea shells, and just exploring the wonders of a world so very different from our normal desert life. I love the ocean too - especially since I discovered snorkeling in clear, calm water. But honestly, it just makes me too nervous.
It's always changing. The tide moves in and out. Rip currents (or rip tides) appear and disappear. Dolphins look like sharks (at least when my children are in the water they do). And I'm just always afraid the ocean will whisk my children away from me. So while I love the ocean for its beauty, when the question turned to me, I answered "mountain cabin."
For as long as I can remember, the mountains have brought me peace. Living in a valley, I've been hemmed in by mountains all my life. When I went to Iowa years ago, I felt exposed. It was flat as far as I could see. Beautiful in its own way, but I missed my mountains.
Part of our recent vacation was to the Grand Tetons. You might not believe this, but I didn't know we were stopping in the Grand Tetons until the day before we left. My husband completely planned this vacation with some input from me on a few things like National Park Lodges. (I'm was very happy to have him to this because he's great at it.)
As I stood in front of the Grand Tetons, I just gaped. They are unbelievable. They are a 50-mile-long section of the Rockies with a series of soaring peaks side by side. Their proximity to each other, and the fact that they have no foothills, creates an imposing sight. Snow still dusts the tops, and the snow melt made for numerous small waterfalls cascading down the sides and spilling into stunning lakes. Ahhhh. I love mountains.
I'm reminded of the Scripture verse in Psalm 121:1: "I lift up my eyes to the hills— where does my help come from?"
Solid, unchanging, strong, awesome and beautiful. Sounds a lot like mountains.
Sounds a lot like my God!
I pray you experience God in nature. Scripture tells us that this is one way God chooses to reveal Himself to us:
“For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made,
so that men are without excuse.” Romans 12:1 (NIV)