It was an unexpected trail since we couldn’t find parking, and expectations were low for the first mile or so since the trail was covered with horse poop. But we kept walking, shaded by trees and occasional mountains peeking through, no one else seen on the trail. We stopped to snack near the top of a hill, sitting for a good little rest. Trees rustled a few feet away as we got up to leave and the antlers of the moose peeked through. We had no idea what to do- make noise so it knew we were there? Hide behind a tree? (My plan) Walk by? Run? FREAK OUT??? (Also my plan).
Mr. Moose kept walking as we hid behind the tree and pictures of those antlers coming right at us replaying in my head. He calmly walked away as if he didn’t just cause someone a heart attack and we continued on our way after a few deep breaths and possibly some tears. Once we got to the top of our hike and saw the panoramic views of mountains and lakes all around us, I could appreciate Mr. Moose. We were in his territory and it was our privilege to be there. I also really appreciated that he chose a different trail on our way back.
Whenever I’m unsure of where to read in the Bible, I always end up in Psalms. I lean in to the ones about the wonder and awe of our God. How He created the earth and how it echoes His character in every detail. When I don’t know what to pray or how to sit with God after a long time, I rely on wonder.
God, “who formed the mountains by your power, having armed yourself with strength, who stilled the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations. The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.” -Psalm 65:5-8
Mr. Moose was terrifying and beautiful. He had strength and stillness in his character, and has caused many hikers to be humble seeing him in his element. When I think about God’s power in creating the mountains, while stilling the oceans in the same breath I know this is where true strength comes from. Not from claiming to have power through screams and threats (building walls maybe?), but in the stillness and grace. He is terrifying in his power, but calms hearts and the turmoils of nations. He is grand enough to care about nations and single hearts at the same time. God is in the details and the panoramic views at the same time.
Whether it be a breathtaking mountain view, or the simple and intricate details of a flower, God is deserving of songs of joy. His character is etched in everything around us and I don’t ever want to stop standing in wonder at it. (But no bears, okay?)