I was driving west, back from a lunch meeting in the nearby town of Erie to my office in Boulder, overwhelmed with news upon news of ongoing political shenanigans drifting through my radio, I looked up and directly in front of me saw for the thousandth time majestic snow capped mountains rising up from behind the front range. Usually I see them, smile, occasionally thank God for living in such a splendid place, and then get swallowed back up in the tedium of everyday life. This day was different. But let’s back up.

I miss so many things about actually living up in the mountains, but one thing we gained, moving out and away from these beauties gives you such incredible views of them. And every single day they are different. We’ve lived in our Longmont city apartment almost a year now and I can absolutely affirm that I see a different aspect, and different view of them, every day on my drive into work.

I have a routine, after we leave home, we go over a bridge with particularly stunning views of Longs Peak and her surrounding sisters, I take a moment and drink them in, appreciate their uniqueness, their grandeur, and their beauty and then I go back to my lady grey tea and my NPR.

I do this because I still remember my first weekend in Boulder as we visited CU and tried to imagine a life here. I remember everywhere we drove or walked I could not tear my eyes off the flatirons and the mountains. I don’t want to take these beauties for granted. We are so blessed to live here. I mean God could have called us to live in Kansas for goodness sake. #pleasegodno

But this one day last week, I noticed the mountains in an entirely new way. Maybe it was the early afternoon light, the perfect balance of snow and shade. Maybe it was the fact that I couldn’t believe the political scandals, upheavals and just ridiculous childish behaviour I was hearing through my radio at the time, but I looked up and my breath caught in my throat.

These mountains.

How many presidents have they seen come and go? How many scandals, how many trials? How many babies born, lives lost? Love found and hearts broken?

Yet they remain.

A fixed and steady point.  How much more steadfast, fixed and solid is our God who placed those very mountains? The mountains do not tremble at political unrest, and neither does our God.

A calmness came over me as I stared at their impossibly white peaks. I was comforted and inspired as they slowly dipped below the hills as I drove due west. They were still there, in all their glory, even when I finally could not see them at all as I drove through the heart of Boulder.

How gracious and good is our father to surround us with such beauty, and through that beauty teach us more about Him and His nature. My thoughts were/are very simple, but encouraging to me. Here is what the mountains showed me about God that day:

1. God is a fixed and solid point- He does not move
2. God is there even when you cannot see Him, and if you can’t see him, change where you are (see He does not move)
3. Through his word, and his world, you can see and discover new aspects of God every single day.