Our prayers were truly answered as we looked up at the sky this morning. No clouds, beautiful sunrise.
Perfect.
Boarding pass stamped, cameras in hand.
Ready.
Seat belts fastened, snacks distributed.
Let's go.
The small plane climbed upwards. You could feel it's every movement.
Five minutes in the sky and there they were. The Himalayan mountains stretched beneath us like waves, reaching toward our plane.
And all at once I realize how small I am. And how majestic our sweet Jesus is. The same Jesus that cradled my heart in His hands, the same Jesus that says I'm worth more than many sparrows, the same Jesus that knows the number of hairs on my head, that same Jesus is infinite. He spoke the Himalayas into existence and still He calls me by name.
I sat frozen, mesmerized.
All I could say was 'Holy, Holy.'
I close my eyes and I see the throne room of God. I see Christ seated at the right hand of the Father. I see lightning around Him. I see the cherubim swaying and singing, interrupted only by the moments they fall to their knees in worship. I see myself, clothed and pure making my way toward the throne.
And it is a reminder that, as beautiful as this world can be, it is not my home. My home is in the throne room of Christ. My home is worshipping His name for all of eternity. Because if the Himalayas are this beautiful in such a fallen world, how much more is the splendor that is to be revealed?
My heart aches to be reunited with my Beloved.
I could travel to every country, view every wonder of the world, and meet every person I want to meet. Yet my greatest joy will always be sitting in my hammock conversing with Jesus.
Everest was amazing, but it's Creator is so much better.
Following Him has been the wildest adventure, but it's Him that makes it all worth it.
Nothing prepares you for meeting His Holiness face-to-face. And once it happens, you will never be the same.
