
My friend and I arrived at the trailhead to begin our hike up the 14,064 ft. peak, elated and full of pride. The peak looked much less daunting 7 miles away on the road to the wilderness area, but now it seemed to be looming over us, tempering our elation a bit. Onward we went. The further up the trail we ascended, the more and more I began to appreciate the power this peak possessed. It was only about 2 miles to the summit from our start point, and stopping had become an all too frequent part of the trek. We arrived at the summit nearly 4 1/2 hours after our initial elation, and once on top the reality of how small I really am hit me. It was as if that mountain could have swallowed me with no effort, but it didn't, it allowed me to stand there seeing the world from its perspective and I was thankful. Thankful that I could stand, thankful that I could see, thankful that I could feel so small.
After coming back down that peak and arriving home a couple of days later, I laid in bed thinking how much my perspective was changed that afternoon. Not only was I able to stand atop a 14,000 foot mountain, but I am able to stand before the Triune God, the Maker of Heaven and Earth. Able to stand before Him because He stood below with me. He took my perspective by becoming a man, all the while remaining fully God, so that I might have the privilege of "rubbing noses" with Him.
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GREAT post today, bRad
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