Lake Tahoe

“He can move the mountains.” That’s all I could think about as we glided across the crystal blue water surrounded by giant mountains on all side as if they were hoping to give the water a hug. These mountains that I cant even take in without looking up or all the way to left or right, He can move. Sure, usually these are metaphorical mountains. The addiction you can’t overcome the hate or guilt that just won’t go away, I however like to imagine God reaching down and moving the mountains like they are nothing. Then the water from the boat motor splashed me in the face and I laughed. How many times will he forgive me? More than the drops in the ocean. I’m not even in the ocean. I’m on a lake (Lake Tahoe). Yes, this lake seems giant, and it is…in some areas it is deeper than anyone knows, but this lake’s volume is incomparable to the ocean. I suddenly feel tiny, so tiny, yet so blessed. I looked up at the big clouds and the blue sky and smiled “Hi, father”. I looked back over at the biggest mountain across the lake and imagined the earth as God created it, I imagined the mountains like play-doh as he pulls and stretches them into place. He probably smiled as he put Lake Tahoe together, so excited to share something so beautiful with His children. As I’m staring off taking in everything around me, the mountains, the trees, the clear blue water, my mom looks over and says, “This place really is calming”. I nodded, there was no doubt that this place brought on a sense of peace and calm inside me and I believe that’s solely due to the fact that all I can think about it how big, beautiful and merciful God is.

Mark 11:23 Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him.

Daniel 9:9 The Lord our God is merciful and forgiving, even though we have rebelled against him.

Ephesians 2:1-22 And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked … But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved.



Flying in an airplane is one thing I could never get tired of doing. It takes what my everyday image of the earth is and blows it into new proportions; proportions that sometimes I cant seem to fully grasp. I like to think of it as that piece of art at the art gallery that up close is a cluster of pennies of obvious different ages from the varying colors, but when you take those couple steps back to take in the whole image (as people at art museums tend to do) you realize that mass of pennies is actually a portrait of Abraham Lincoln. Which also then brings in a lot of irony that you wouldn’t have seen if you didn’t take those steps back to take it in just a little bit more. God has blessed us with the ability to see his creation on an up close and personal scale, seeing all the detail he’s put into it, but at the same not seeing the true detail at all (i.e. microscopic organisms and atoms). And suddenly I realize that in reality no comparison can compare to the perspective we see this world at because we could probably forever “zoom in” or “zoom out” of what we know as earth and life and never cease to be amazed by how much is put into what we take as an everyday occurrence. There are some amazing artists that have walked this earth, but none compares to the artists that resides in Heaven. If God took so much time to make the zoomed out version of earth just as beautiful as the zoomed in version then why wouldn’t he do that for every son and daughter that He has. The bible verse Matthew 6:30 comes to mind when I think about all this.

“But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?”

God took the time to make something (like a flower) beautiful beyond measure, just to wither away or be thrown into fire. God has poured everything He has into making His children who they are. However, seeing earth in this way doesn’t only make me think about how I am made, but also just how great God truly is. It’s views like these that make me ask how does anyone look at something like that and think it’s on accident? How does someone see how every field, lake, river, road, mountain, and forest makes a quilt across the seemingly tiny ground and think that it is just how it is. There is a God that is obviously greater than anything we could wrap our heads around. I can’t help but look out the window and want to sing, “Lord, we know that you are here now.”