I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
I formed a funny habit recently. I started looking up. I noticed it on my last holiday overseas. I started looking up, instead of just looking around me. What greeted me were sights that brought delight and awe. And I thought of the many times I went travelling, when I mainly looked at the things at street level – or a few storeys high, at most. I must have missed out on a lot.
The poetic side of me likes to think that my new habit is a by-product of my new perspective. I feel more positive and hopeful, hence I tend to look upwards and outwards. But maybe it should be the other way around. When the mundane things of this word start to weigh me down, I should look heavenward.
There will be days when life forces you to keep you head down and take stock of grim realities. Those are the times when you tend to forget about the things above. But those are precisely the times you ought to look up – towards your heavenly father, the God of creation. He is your source of strength, and your ever-present help in time of need.
The only way to keep the life uncrushed is to live looking to God.
~ Oswald Chambers ~