for my whole life …
i’ve loved forests.
i’ve loved oceans.
i’ve loved mountains.
staring out and up at the vastness has always given me that feeling of being small.
it’s a good kind of small though. because this kind of smallness means i am not the center of life. there are bigger things.
bigger matters, bigger elements, bigger realms.
realms that have been around since the beginning of time…long before me. and it’s in these realms that we live our lives. the heavens and the earth. and God holds it all.
He’s that big.
and so it is, that in my acknowledgement of God’s sovereignty , there comes a groundedness and settledness to my very small heart of flesh. His rule over all of creation means that i don’t have to.
He calls me to live within this tension of His bigness and my smallness and see that this too is His provision for the human soul. this tension keeps my perspective on this world and this life “right-sized” so that i can find rest. we can find rest. true rest in His vastness and love.
so when we are standing at the foot of
we need only to remember that overcoming has nothing to do with our ability and strength to endure the burden-
but instead the very opposite.
it has to do with our ability to bend. to surrender.
to let God be a big God.
to believe it fully with hearts that ascend to the heights of mountains because we have allowed the Father to carry them there.
yours in the smallness and sacredness of living under the skies of a big God. keep looking up and staring into that beautiful vastness.