In His hand are the deep places of the earth;
The heights of the hills are His also. Psalms 95:4
This week we traveled to visit our daughter over 800 miles north and west. By the time we did sight seeing and drove back, we had covered over 2300 miles of America. We were awed by the wind turbines of the plains. We walked down into the earth at the Cave of the Mounds in Wisconsin. We drove through fields of corn and wheat and crossed some of the highest mountains in eastern America. And God was there every mile and step of the way.
When the expanse of miles almost brought me to panic, I remember the depths of the earth and the mountain peaks belong to Him, to God the Creator. Rather than panic, I tried to listen to His voice as He called from His word,
"Oh come, let us worship and bow down;