“We always discuss reaching the top of the mountain as the challenge. But those that have been there know coming back down is the hardest part.”– We Dream of Travel 

I have found this is true – leaving the heights and beauty of the mountain range is a challenge. Almost feels like a tare in your heart. And my heart is now wooing me back.  

I traveled through Tennessee with my husband for our honeymoon recently. This was my first time as an adult traveling through this part of our nation. I remember being a middle schooler traveling through a small part of Tennessee on our way to visit family in South Carolina. The distance was more of an annoyance rather than a place of awe and surrender. What a difference adulthood makes in regards to appreciating traveling and being aware of God’s creation! God gets bigger as I am gifted with more experience as an adult.   

What a gift of love and enjoyment provided to us while on our honeymoon, experiencing new territory and culture! A gift God had chosen for us; wrapped up in spontaneous side road adventures, new friendships formed on boats on the Gulf of Mexico, fresh food from the sea and underground waterfalls a thousand feet into the earth. God sent us high into the mountains to experience the freshest air I have breathed and deep down in the earth to have fresh water droplets spray my face. We experienced rest, art, different landscapes, history, nature with texture and smells, different agriculture, and foods from the Gulf of Mexico. All these bits of pleasure allowed and invited my worldview to expand, and my understanding of God’s creative nature was touched.   

While traveling through the cool air in the Smoky Mountains, seated next to my best friend, taking in the awe of the scenery and thoughts of peace, my understanding was divinely stretched. This is a moment of our “bonding vacation” that I will never forget.   

Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. Psalm 90:2  

This moment, the time of experiencing how big God is, is tattooed and sealed in my heart. The mountains declared a message that overcame me.   

 I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. Psalm 121: 1-2 

Majestic.   

Home.   

Perspective.   

Sure foundation.  

I couldn’t escape or shake the image and scripture of God creating and maintaining earth. He breathed mountains out of his mouth along with galaxies and DNA! He sustains all things through His Word.   

In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Psalm 95:4-5 

The words I sought for I still haven’t found. But this I am confident in; that God sent us at the peak of beauty for that region for us to look upon His creation. He gifted us with His own handiwork and artistic expression. The only response for me was to worship.    

“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.”– Anatoli Boukreev 

Abba, Maker of all of earth and heaven, thank you for Your creation. Thank you for being the Maker and Creator of beauty and variety that causes us to look up, to worship, to know the reality of who You are. Thank you for the gift of resting in Your creation and for the opportunity to share Your goodness. May others find their place in creation that brings them to a place of rest and worship.