Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy. (Psalm 98:8)
I am surrounded by mountains here, figurative and physical, and I love mountains. The physical ones are the beautiful Andes mountains that literally resemble a green-screen and look too good to be real. They are big, a lot bigger than me and they make me feel like a speck, like in Horton Hears a Who. When I read this verse, I try to imagine mountains singing for joy. My brain automatically envisions some clipart mountains with faces on them, singing the song “How Great is our God” or something along those lines. It seems like something in a cartoon show and just an unrealistic image. But I’ve come to notice that in actuality, the mountains I am living beside sing for the joy of their creator everyday. They glorify Him with their beauty and hype Him up. They also help me piece together how majestic and powerful He is. He gave birth to the very first mountain. He allows for their peaks to be capped with snow and their bases to be rocky. He’s so good at being creative and His imagination is a heck of a lot better than mine. Like He really thought up the idea of a mountain. How cool is that, I’m jealous. I love it. And then I think about how much I adore being able to see mountains. I live to touch them and climb them, marvel at their hugeness, and here they’ve made me stop to realize, He made them for me. He made them to provide me with a source of joy and for epiphanies such as these.
He also created me though; and He calls me far more beautiful than the mountains. I think this is how God romances me, with mountains. He knows me too well. I love living by mountains; they are a constant reminder of God’s love for me, for this earth, and His desire to reveal himself in fun and thrilling ways to us.
The figurative mountains are present, too though. He’s the maker of these, as well. We all have our struggles and they look different for everyone, but even they are filled with beauty. We are promised let downs and we are promised failures, just as much as we are promised everlasting joy and happiness from our creator. These kinds of mountains shape us. Right now, I’m looking forward to finding purpose of the metaphorical mountains in my life, because I know they are of just as much joy to me as the literal ones.
Praise Him for this beautiful crazy mountains am I right???
Julia
