A couple of years ago my husband and I set out on an unforgettable journey. He was in the midst of an intense program preparing for his medical licensing board exams. Due to the grueling hours of nonstop study, he needed something to look forward to.
We booked our flights on somewhat of a whim, but boy am I glad we did! We both have a love for the outdoors. We spend our weekends exploring the local trails, camping out under the stars, or dreaming of our next adventure. So of course a 10-day trip across Alaska was right up our alley.
We packed two suitcases: one with clothes, one with camping gear. Upon our arrival, we rented a car and put as many miles under our belts as we possibly could.
We spent most of our nights huddled in our little tent, enjoying the beauty around us. When they say Alaska is the land of the midnight sun, they aren’t joking. Try falling asleep when it’s as bright as day outside, it’s much harder than you might think!
Our days were filled with soaking up as much of the Alaska goodness as we could. We were blessed to experience more than we even could have imagined. We went on a little sea-kayaking excursion in Seward, deep-sea fishing in Homer, climbed a few mountains, and took in everything around us.
We traveled six hours by bus deep into Denali National Park, where we got to watch a mama bear and her two cubs frolic around for what seemed like hours. We saw moose, glaciers, volcanoes, and so much more.
While all of that was so neat, my favorite part of the whole trip was being able to witness the majesty of our God’s creation. As we explored the beautiful land, I couldn’t help but be reminded of God and His glorious work. He created the most beautiful masterpiece that any of us could ever behold, and it is ours to enjoy.
While I love being reminded of God’s handiwork during the time I spend in nature, I love even more that I can see God in every aspect of my life.
I am reminded of God when I hear my husband rushing out the door long before most people have even started their morning. My husband works countless hours, many times sacrificing family dinners and playtime with our young son, so that he can help those who are sick and hurting.
While I am so thankful for the wonderful work he does as he strives to help those who are physically in need, I am even more grateful for our God, who “heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” (Psalm 147:3).
He does so much more than check our levels, prescribe some pills, and send us on our way. God heals all of us. He heals us from the inside out. He heals our hearts, bodies, and souls.
And the greatest thing is that he continually heals us, for as long as we will let Him.
I am reminded of God as I stroll to the checkout line at the grocery store. As a mom to a very energetic, sometimes defiant toddler, I need all the help I can get. Sometimes that help comes in the form of a stranger, a stranger who bends down and offers to help pick up the carton of trail mix that my precious son has just spilled all over the floor.
After overcoming a bit of embarrassment, I thank the kind gentleman, and I can’t help but be reminded of Jesus and all the times he went out of his way to help another soul. He helped the sick and the poor. He helped the beggars and the lame. He helped all those who needed Him. And He helps us find our way and draw near to God (John 14:6).
I am reminded of God as I chop onions and peel potatoes. Growing up, I never thought I would enjoy cooking on a daily basis, but I truly love providing yummy cuisine for my family. As I prepare our meals, I am always reminded of the much greater nourishment God provides. We eat lots of fruits and vegetables at our house in order to make sure we have filled our bodies with healthy things to help us grow. But God provides us with an even greater food, spiritual food.
Jesus reminds us in Mathew 4:4 that we “shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” God’s word is full of wisdom and insight to help us grow strong in the faith. He has given us everything we need.
I am reminded of God when I call Mom and listen to her tales. I grew up in the same town, in the same house my whole life. That is, until college.
I moved away for college, and I’ve been a nomad ever since. I ‘ve lived in three cities, and who knows how many houses, so it’s nice to call my parents and hear all the latest news about people and places that remind me of “back home.”
I get the details about the newest construction project, how so-and-so is holding up after their surgery, or simply how much rain they’ve had recently (which can sometimes be a big deal, especially in Texas). And while I love to hear stories from my hometown, it is even nicer to hear about a home that is waiting for us. Jesus went to prepare a home for us, Heaven (John 14:1-3). I can’t even begin to imagine just how wonderful it will be, but I can’t wait to call it home.
Finally, I am reminded of God as I end my day. After bath time, a few stories, and a prayer, I get to close my day looking at my precious son. As I rock him to sleep each night (yes, I am that mother), I can’t help but think of God sending his Son to this earth.
Jesus, perfect Jesus, gave his life for you and me. God gave his Son for you and me. While I know that I will never fully grasp the love He has for us, I do believe that I came just a little bit closer on the day I became a mother. I love my son more than words can describe, and I can’t imagine giving him up. But God did just that. He gave up His son to save sinners (Romans 5:8). He loves me that much, and He loves you that much.
One of my favorite things about God is that you don’t have to go on some big adventure to a faraway land to see His work and feel His presence. You simply have to open your eyes to recognize that He is with you every step of the way.