“In His hands are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to Him.
The sea is His, for He made it, and His hands formed the dry land.”
There is no one that would be able to convince me that this world happened just by chance. I see God’s hand in everything, and His handiwork speaks for itself.
Before my trip to Alaska, I had never really seen mountains before. But once I was surrounded by them I felt SO INCREDIBLY SMALL in the most comforting way possible. I was going through a lot at that time, and I was adjusting big time to the season of “loneliness” that I’ve been on for the past year; and yet, God was still there, showing me who I am in Him. He was working on my heart, working on my eyes, and working on my mind to see Him a little more clearly. And let me tell you, He SHOOK ME TO MY CORE.
I’ve been listening to this song by @wearemessengers
recently called “Maybe It’s OK,” (thanks to @kloveradio
) and the chorus gets to me every time, and I think it ties in perfectly with what God was showing me: “Maybe it’s OK that I’m not OK
‘Cause the One who holds the world is holding onto me,
Maybe it’s alright, that I’m not alright
‘Cause the One who holds the stars is holding my whole life.” To think that God holds the stars in His hands is CRAZY, let alone these RIDICULOUS mountains I saw on that trip. What’s even CRAZIER is that He carries my whole life in His hands. This whole concept got me thinking—maybe it’s ok to feel small, because feeling so small & finite begins to show you how big & infinite our God really is.