Hubby and I just returned from a wonderful and much needed anniversary excursion. We chose to head for the hills… off to a cabin on the side of a mountain in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Let me tell you, if you ever had any doubt that God is an artist- the sights in this part of God’s country will set you straight. It was positively breath taking.
As I gazed off at the view from our deck, the magnitude and majesty of these mountains was absolutely staggering.
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,
or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens? Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket,
or weighed the mountains on the scales and the hills in a balance?
The mere thought that God Himself knows exactly how many particles of dust is in each mountain on that horizon is something is just unfathomable. There are many things in this life that are just way too big for me to understand.
One day we decided to take a drive over the mountains into the Great Smokey Mountain National Park. We packed a lunch and found a perfect picnic location at an overlook just down from Clingmans Dome. At 6,643 feet, Clingmans Dome is the highest point in the park. WHAT A VIEW!
On the way back down the mountain, I noticed a curious noise coming from the console of the car. The little plastic water bottle I had taken with me for lunch was beginning to collapse on itself. The walls of the bottle were being sucked inward as we descended the mountain and as the pressure changed with the altitude.
True of any mountain-top experience- the descent can be uncomfortable. How does one stop the walls from collapsing under the pressure of the changing altitude?
When you go on a retreat or sabbatical; when you have a morning Bible Study alone with the Lord that runs long and deep- there can be quite a “let down” when you immerse yourself back into your normal surroundings and begin to keep in stride with your regular routine instead of keeping step with the Spirit. When you come back charged and refreshed-on fire and filled with purpose…how then are you to keep that fire while walking in the same shoes, in the same situations, with the same people and with the same struggles?
In the case of my water bottle- I simply popped the top. I unscrewed it and the bottle walls pushed back out and some of the contents even spilled over. So maybe after a “mountain top experience” the answer is to pop the top. Instead of trying to keep all of that fire in and to hold onto the experience- let it out as you come down that mountain. Let the fullness of what you have learned overflow onto those around you and don’t try to keep it contained. Sure you will need a refill, but don’t wait for the next mountain to climb. Daily time in the Word, prayer and communing with God is the only way to experience His fullness daily.
That water bottle was a pretty neat picture of the pressure of mountain descent. How do you stay full after being on the mountain?