We drove from Fort Wayne, Indiana (808 ft) to Fort Collins, Colorado (5003 ft) through Cheyanne, Wyoming (6000 ft). The part from Fort Wayne to Omaha (1090) is not flat, but the gains and the losses mostly average each other out. The part from Omaha to Cheyanne is a gain of almost a mile in elevation, but spread across Nebraska, the gain isn’t much noticeable.
The drive from Fort Collins to Poudre Canyon Chapel (7333) is a gain of almost half a mile across 43 miles. The gain is noticeable. It can be measured in nerves on the curves, in heat on the brakes, in engine strain.
And being in the middle of that drive invited today’s word from Becky: altitude.
For all the ways it can be measured, how high you are often can’t be measured by how far you can see. You can see much further from the interstate in Nebraska than you can from the chapel in the mountains. 7333 feet above sea level in the foothills of the Rockies, and all you can see it the 300-foot bank that blocks your view. And the river that runs through the canyon.
There are several lessons, of course. For example, we could talk about how we don’t notice gradual change. But one lesson stood out:
Being surrounded by taller peaks may make you feel short, but remembering the climb – and a check of the elevation – shows you that you are higher than you think.
That’s faith. Not what you see, but what you are confident is true. Even when you don’t feel confident.