Do you remember the first time you felt overwhelmed by the wonder of God’s creation? I do. It was on a family vacation when my parents and brother and I traveled in our 1952 blue Plymouth sedan from the flat lands and cornfields of Iowa to the foothills and Rocky Mountains of Colorado. I will never forget how amazed I was to realize that what appeared from a distance as low lying clouds upon closer view magically turned into high mountain peaks. At age eight I fell in love with mountains, feeling a connection to God’s creation in a way I had never before experienced.
I suspect that most of us have our own story of when we came to love God’s wondrous creation. For some it may have been the first time on a Central Minnesota lake or up in the boundary waters; for some it may have been the first trip to the East or West coast and seeing the endless expanse of the ocean; for others it may have been camping out under the night sky and, like the Psalmist, feeling small when gazing up to heavenly canvas of the moon and all the stars.