I will lift my eyes to the maker of the mountains I can’t climb. I will lift my eyes to the calmer of the oceans raging wild. I will lift my eyes to the healer of the hurt I hold inside. I will life my eyes…to You. (lyrics by Bebo Norman, taken from Ps 121)
Just a song I sung in church this morning, a song I felt this morning. The creator of the Rockies in Colorado and the Austrian alps, the Himalayas in Nepal and the mountains I hear are beautiful in Romania, this Creator is the same God holding my hurt, and the hurt of those around me. This is not just a father figure, a friend, or an advisor in times of need. He is all of these things, but so much more. He is a sovereign God, one who gives hope and shalom. One who no man can understand but all men can recognize as deserving of glory (Rom 11:33-36). The sun sings of His majesty, the mountains proclaim His glory, the grass cries of His holiness and the trees whisper His name. He is God, and I am in awe of Him this morning.