About a month ago, I went to visit the wonderful Kari Burgess in her new town of Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Passing into North Carolina from Virginia, you wind down the side of a mountain with the most gorgeous valley view. It was another instance of catching my breath in the Blue Ridge Mountains; and for the first time I understood why.
There are too many things in life that shout at us that God couldn't exist, or that his character isn't what we hope for. We are surrounded by broken things: relationships, insecurities, pain, people. The lies of the world strive to convince us that there's no way God could exist or be good. Often times, I find myself "convinced". I am bogged down by the brokenness and the lies.
And then I find myself in the mountains. In the midst of all the chaos and the rush of life, I breathe easy. I think it's because, on that winding drive down the mountain, everything whispered here He is and He is good! Something about being surrounded by the beauty of his creation makes him so obvious, so close, so real.
