How To Miss a Mountain: Exercises (in)Finity

I am in Colorado. I've been here for two whole weeks.

I am from the midwest. I've lived there for my whole life.

An interesting thing has happened: I end up completely missing the mountains—those giant landmarks practically right in front of me. I just... forget about them. I walk around Fort Collins without bothering simply to look up and see the glory displayed in the snowy tips of the Rockies. Every now and then I raise my stare from beyond what is immediately in front of me and am astounded by the reminder that yes, I am in Colorado, and yes, there are mountains here.

When I realized this tendency to just miss mountains, I felt pretty stupid. How could I miss something so big! So new! So strikingly different from everything I've known! And yet I do. I just forget they're there.

The more I thought about it, I began to see how this correlates to other parts of my life, specifically my spiritual journey and my relationship with Christ.

Like the mountains, God is right in front of me. Being in a relationship with Him has brought me into a new world, where I can see Him and experience all His glory—a new, wonderful, and absolutely amazing place. Yet I am still born of this earth and have fully participated in it's citizenship for most of my life. I am still finite and have my human limitations.

You'd think that living somewhere totally different would make you notice the new things more, but sometimes you just go into autopilot and forget that you're a citizen of a new place.

I forget there are mountains right in front me, and I often forget that God is right in front of me, waiting for me to just look up and come to my senses.

Look up. Look to the mountains. Look to God. Look to His Glory.

"I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?"
Psalm 121:1 (ESV)