“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth” (Psalm 121:1-2).
I’m a vacation window shopper. Our family excursions remain rare and less-than-luxurious, but I enjoy dreaming of castle visits and waterfall scenes. I scroll through packages to Yosemite, Colorado, and Europe even though the trips lay far beyond the reach of my wallet. With my high-end resort tastes, there’s little hope of realizing my dreams.
Among thousands of hotel rooms, those with a view rise to the highest price points. If I choose to spend my vacation eyeing snow-capped mountains or seaside sunsets, the room’s cost will reflect the sight’s value. Other accommodations offer dismal space overlooking parking lots or alleys. Cheap digs lessen the joy and wonder of the experience.
As I consider my life’s journey, I face a choice of amenities. Each blessing costs time and discipline. The magnitude of peace and joy with which I perceive life requires prayer, scripture meditation, and fellowship with other disciples. I must surrender the alley view of selfish grumbling to get the preferred scenery. If love does not flow through my life to bless others, my environment becomes stale and malodorous. The illusion of control cannot remain drawn shut over my outlook, or I’ll never see the abundant life of obedience and faith.
Do lifeviews prove worth the upgrade? In Christ, the answer remains the same. He holds the true hope to realizing my dreams. Will you join me in a prayerful outlook today?