Over winter break, my parents moved to Colorado Springs. I drove from Virginia to Colorado with my dad. When we got there, we did a lot of touristy things. I had never seen mountains like these. They were massive and seemed to enclose me in from every side, not like a trap, but rather like a strong fortress. Everywhere I looked there was another mountain being painted with light by the sun and each day they looked a little different. The most striking view I took in on my trip was from the top of Pikes Peak. My parents and I took the Cog Railway to the snowy top, the highest point in CO Springs. From the top of this mountain, Katherine Lee Bates penned “America the Beautiful” in 1895. The view indeed was beautiful, majestic, and I was in awe of the expansive land that I was taking in. I literally could see all the way to Kansas, over 100 miles away. I experienced how big God is when I was up on Pikes Peak. God, who created all that I could see for miles and miles, created even more than this. And he created me. It was a humbling experience that I’ll never forget.
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