It’s Thursday, I think it’s day five. There’s a temptation to grow accustomed to whatever environment you find yourself in. I imagine this is part of getting comfortable and I’m sure on some level it’s helpful, but it’s also kind of a bummer. Each day that passes I find myself a little more used to my surroundings here and the landscape instills a little less wonder and awe than it did yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still quite impressed every time I look out at those mountains and think of the mighty hand of God that carved them out. But I can already tell that if I was here for even a few weeks longer it probably wouldn’t even phase me. Like a picture you hang on a conspicuous wall in your house. You notice it every time you walk by for about a week and then it becomes background noise. I hate that. I genuinely hate the thought that before too long I could be sitting here thinking, “What’s that noise? Oh, it’s just a few bald eagles soaring over a majestic mountain top while seals and otters fish for salmon in the river below. No big deal.” I hate it, but I know its true. I can already feel it.
I am praying that God would awaken me to see His glory in the place that I live again. That I would see Florida as if it was the first time I had ever been there and that, maybe, I could even find a way to live amazed everyday. Not always dependent upon new experiences and surroundings to draw out of me the awe and wonder that our Creator’s handiwork deserves.