The azure sky turned shades of orange, pink and red, streaked with more blue and finally purple. My legs rhythmically pounded the pavement as I squeezed the remaining moments of light into an evening walk-break. It had been a busy, turbulent day…week, really…the chaos converging in a collision course of tension and frayed nerves.
“I will lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.”
As I climbed the first hill, stress gripping my shoulders in a death lock, I finally glanced upward at the kaleidoscope of color unfolding above me. Immediately I felt a vacuum – a vortex – sucking the turmoil right up into the Sovereignty of God. Just a look, a glance into a space that swallowed all lesser things into its vastness. The heavens, spoken into reality on creation day 2, lifted not only my spirit, but swallowed the pandemonium of the preceding hours.
Here in the flatlands, it’s challenging to lift our eyes to the hills…what, those ditches lining our yards? The slope defining a walkout basement?
But the heavens…as constant as the hills, larger even.
I will lift up my eyes to the heavens. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.
Eyes on the skies!
Ann Halim, editor, College View Church eWeekend Newsletter
Reprinted with permission.
