Hey God, I thank you for today. I thank you for the Joy I feel in the morning, and the peace you give me at night. I thank you for guiding me, and keeping me in your ways for your purpose. I pray that the words of my mouth, and the meditations of my heart are pleasing to you oh Lord, my rock and my redeemer. Amen.
For the past few days I’ve been on an impromptu road trip through Georgia and North Carolina. As we traveled north, I delighted over and over again in the sight of the Appalachian and Smoky mountains. Every new peak and curve in the road made my jaw drop a little lower, and I just about lost my mind over the icicles forming on boulders in the chill of the morning.
Those mountains were made to praise the Lord. Luke 19:40 says “He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.” This passage says that our worship of Jesus is intended to be as unrestrained as the bold majesty of the mountains. Nature cannot (and does not) hold back her praise to her Creator. I can see praise in the beauty of the sun casting light through icicles. I can feel praise in the rush of mountain air that hits my face when I walk out the door. I can hear praise in the roar of the rapids tumbling by. I want to be like that.
I want the praise I lift to the Lord to be natural, overwhelming, all consuming, bold, and filled with the love of our Creator. And (because the Lord made me competitive) I want to be louder than the rocks dang it! Our Father in heaven sent his only son to die for us. God loves the mountains, but he didn’t send Jesus to die for them. Jesus died for you and me. So we may be loved by the Father. How could I let a rock cry out “Glory to God!” louder than me? Yet so often they do.
I want to become like the mountains. Forever praising the Lord for all he has done just as naturally as they stand.
