the sky

Do you ever notice that when you travel from some place full of hills and mountains to some place that is generally flat and full of open space how much bigger the sky appears? This phenomenon happens when you are in a plane as well. In fact, it is even exaggerated as from the bird’s eye view within a plane looking down, those hills and mountains appear as small as ant hills. It dawned on me today as I sat in a chair in our bedroom, looking out the window at our steep hill of a back yard trying to see the sky above the tree line that my own ability to view a wide open relationship with God is often like living in the hills and mountains. So often I strain my neck looking high to the heavens asking, “Are you up there somewhere?” because all around me are hills of problems, mountains blocking a clear view of what I should do, and pathways to trod down that I am often uncertain of when the reality is that the sky is not smaller or larger based on topography, but the same size. Unchanging. HUGE! BEAUTIFUL! Full of sunrises, sunsets, shooting stars, and gorgeous cloud formations. And it is by choice that I can make my home in the holler of a mountain (for those WV folks who might be reading this), or in the open plains of God’s grandeur. The bottom line is that I need not strain my neck to see the sky. I pray that I might teach my children to have a bird’s eye view of their world and to soar in the open sky of God.