As I stood on the edge of the rock, the worries seemed to fade away. We had escaped the rain for the time being. The sun was hiding behind a sky full of clouds, but that’s okay… it’s just how I like it. For early September, it was chilly in Highlands. My hoodie never left my side and it seemed so strange to see everyone walking around with jackets. The leaves had a golden hue to them. Just a few more weeks until they fully turn. And in a few more weeks, I’m sure that Andrew and I will make the curvy drive back up to Highlands to see everything in its splendor.
A certain feeling stirs my soul when I head farther into the mountains. It’s the quietness. It’s the grandeur of the mountains that remind me how incredibly small I am. It’s hard to understand how small you actually are until you see something to large scaled and beautiful. I am small. Incredibly small.
“No matter how large the crowd, you never go unnoticed by God.”
Beth Moore, Passion 2012
I am small. He is not.