Psalm 91: 1-5
The heavens are telling the glory of God; the firmament proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge. There is no speech nor are there words; their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth and their words to the end of the world. In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bride groom from his wedding canopy, and like a strong man runs it’s course with joy.
I love the outside. I love trees, wildlife, the chirping of crickets, a babbling brook, or quiet sunsets. I love all of it. I have been fascinated with nature from the time I was young. I can remember always seeking the creator of the universe – especially as an unchurched kid. It was the stillness and quiet beauty that would shout to the mountain tops that I was longing for something, someone more beautiful, peaceful, and majestic that the world could never give me – that of course – was Jesus.
Even today (not a day goes by) I don’t stop and listen to the heavens and the world around us shouting to the glory of God. I taste and see that the Lord is good on a simple commute, a daily task, hanging out in the yard with my family, the smell of rain during a run, the constant stars in the universe, or the simple fresh blossoms of spring.
When I started running several years ago, I spent that time in prayer (when I realized I could run and breathe at the same time). I still do and listen to the earth all around me glorify him. It is during these quiet morning and evening rural mountain runs that I am reminded of how big, how vast, how omniscient, how loving, and how gracious our God is – through every valley and every mountain I’ve crossed has been all because of him, and I have been strengthened to run this course with joy – it is him calling me – it is the mountain way. -Loni Stankan