Before the mountains were born or You gave birth to the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God. —Psalm 90:2
From my kitchen window, I can see storms spawning off the back side of Pikes Peak—America’s Mountain, as it is often called. Officially named in 1890 after explorer Zebulon Pike who came upon the slopes in 1806 yet failed to reach the summit, the peak has had many names, from those of the native Arapaho to Spanish explorers and others seeing fit to call it something.
Why do people do that? Why must we name what we had no part of creating?
I believe in some way, we want to make the mountain or lake or river a part of us. We want to identify with it or connect in some small way. We want to take a piece of it home in our hearts.
Katharine Lee Bates was inspired to pen “America the Beautiful” in 1893 after viewing from the summit the vast land lying east of the mountain’s feet. Indeed, it is a breath-taking event to come upon the snow-covered peak from across the plains, watching it reach higher and higher, changing the landscape. Changing our perspective.
Countless photographs and paintings express our marvel at its grandeur, and even living as close to it as I do, I still view it with wonder.
Davalynn Spencer loves writing inspirational romance about dawn whispering over the prairie, spring calves romping in the pasture, forest-cloaked mountains anchoring the sky and cowboys who aren’t afraid to fight for (and find) faith, fresh hope, and lasting love. Her historical Christmas romance, The Snowbound Bride, is bound this year in The 12 Brides of Christmas collection available now.