“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, NIV

I love the mountains. I grew up in the midst of the Rockies. They represent strength and power. Their beauty and sheer size overwhelm and bless me. When we were in college, we lived in Colorado Springs, CO. On the weekend, Mr. Gorgeous and I would load our boys in our car and drive into the mountains. Often, we stayed on the main highways and enjoyed the “common”, everyday scenery. It would bring a sense of balance and peace into our lives once again. Sometimes we would take the dirt roads, the ones “less traveled by”, and would find a brand new perspective.

You see, somewhere in my head I have a visual of God creating the earth — I sometimes imagine that he took a lump of clay, molded it into a round orb and then began shaping the earth that we know. I imagine Him pressing His fingers deep into the clay to form the ocean depths. His fingernails may have formed the paths that the rivers would follow. He smoothed the valleys and high plains. And then, I imagine Him pinching and pulling up mounds of clay to form mountains and mountain ranges. You see, He cared about what He made — just as He cares about you and I.

I’ve often been puzzled by those who say there is no God. I don’t understand how anyone can look around them and question His existence. He is the maker of all things. One of my favorite professors, Dr. T.C. Mitchell, talked about God being boss. I like that. It’s simple and meaningful. I understand it and don’t have to question what it means. He’s in charge. The buck stops with Him. I love that security, just as I love the sense of security I feel when I stand on a mountain and enjoy the splendor surrounding me. Or, when I stand in a valley and feel the embrace of His creation. He is boss — and I am safe.