When we arrived in Guatemala, a man from the airport helped us bring our luggage to the truck. As we were walking to it, the man turned to me and asked "How do you see your world?" Honestly, it caught me off guard. I thought it was a pretty deep question to be asking me so quickly! I must have looked confused because he repeated his question and gestured, saying "Do you see it hot?" I figured out he meant the weather and answered him, but that question stuck with me. In his broken English, this man had really got me thinking.
Today, walking down from San Diego where we went to pray, I was surveying the landscape when his question popped into my head again. "How do you see your world?" As I gazed out upon an infinite horizon of mountains and sky; God felt incredibly huge. The tranquility here is indescribable, and as we walked all I could hear were the birds singing and our shoes on the gravel. There is a beauty in everything that cannot be captured by words or cameras, one that can only be chalked up to what must be a glimpse of the glory of God.
May I see my world through quiet contemplation, deep wells of hope, and humbled amazement. But most of all, may I see it through the eyes of a Creator who loves so extravagantly and beautifully I can't help but catch my breath at a glimpse of Him.