Big is Small


Pasted on my computer is John Muir’s quote, “The mountains are calling and I must go.”  Lygon Stephens professed, “I climb because I love mountains … and I meet God there.” An avalanche took her young soul Home to Him.  Jesus often “… went up into the mountain to apart to pray …”.  There’s an inexplicable,  enigmatic draw mountains possess on souls.  Their untamed, rugged heights simultaneously mesmerize and comfort my soul . . . they’re really BIG!

In this morning’s quiet time I came across this segment in John Ortberg’s book All the Places To Go – How Will You Know? that caused me to envision mountains from a different perspective.

“Jennifer Dean writes,

Think of something big.  A mountain?  A tree?  Get a mental picture of something you call big.  Now, consider that it is made up of tiny, tiny atoms.  Atoms are made up of tinnier neutrons and protons.  Neutrons and protons are made up of elements so small they can’t be seen with the strongest microscope.

No such thing as big.  Everything we call “big” is just a whole lot of “small.”

Small upon small, finally equals big.  There’s is no “big” without lots and lots of small.

Nature as God created it is the image of the invisible Kingdom of Heaven. . . .  In the Kingdom living, small matters.  Small is the key to big.

In God’s kingdom, small is the new big.  In God’s Kingdom, the way up is down, and the way to living is dying.  Mother Teresa used to advise people not to try to great things for God, but to do small things with great love.”

Mountains’ massive magnificence will never cease to amaze me, but these words have consoled me with a renewed, humbling realization that  little ‘ole’, small Freddy is infinitely, importantly big to my incomprehensible, omniscient, omnipotent God who created all the big mountains … Thanks Abba.

Here’s a few recent pics of the BIG mountains that so inspire me.  Be Blessed, and . . .

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King Mt. @ pinking hr.

Fall snow in the mts.

Giants in the clouds

Matauska Peak

 

Last Frontier Fall


Fall in The last Frontier . . . all too soon . . . all too short.  Time to throw another log in the fireplace; hitch up the snow plow to the 4-wheeler; and wax up the skis as our longest, 19-shades-of-white, season descends upon us.   Causes my ever wandering mind to ponder such esoteric questions as . . .

What season of life’s journey am I in?  Pretty sure it’s not Spring  🙂

Will there be seasons in Heaven?  Skiing?  Cloud surfing?  🙂

Here’s a few harbinger of Fall pics of our shortest, and my favorite, season way up here . . . does that imply I’m about to enter the Fall season of my life?  Who just said, “More like Winter’s end dude!”  🙂

Matanuska pinking hr.

 

Fall Forest Floor

 

Sockeye (Red) Salmon

 

Moon @ pinking hr.

Be Blessed, and . . .

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Abba’s Art


“Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.” With those words, Robert Frost concisely summarized my life.

The less travelled road I chose was rift with enticing rabbit trails which, more often than not, my innate, adventurous spirit couldn’t resist exploringTherein was found my life’s greatest joys and triumphs . . . sorrows and trails.  Such were my yesterdays, now buried in the past.  Today is God’s gift to embrace, explore and enjoy.  Perhaps Amy Carmichael penned it best . . . “Love to live, live to love.” . . . a choice we’re each equally granted every new day to grasp with both hands . . . share freely . . . and live fully.

Wandering through my Creator’s wilderness woodlands, valleys, and mountain cathedrals, I’m blessed to “Love to live…”, wrapped in the wonder of its utter magnificence.  This blog is my admittedly feeble attempt at Amy’s “Live to love…” portion of her life’s credo.  However, my hope remains that perhaps in some creationscape my camera captures; quote read; or story shared, someone may glimpse a “Love to live…” moment of His glory that will brighten their soul.

Be blessed, and . . .

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