While you are reading this column, I am likely sitting on the deck at my daughter’s home in Colorado, looking out at the beautiful Rocky Mountains. Psalm 121:1 reads: “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.” (NIV) The King James Version reads, “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.” (KJV) The KJV reading could have been misread as help coming from the hills, but the second half clarifies that help comes from the Lord. The New International Version and other contemporary adaptations make for better, less confusing translation. Still, I find looking at the mountains fills me with a sense of awe that almost immediately reminds me of the greatness of the God who made heaven and earth. Creation reflects the glory of God to me. Recently, the spring blooming trees and flowers, and the greening of the earth call out the Creator to me. “In the rustling grass, I hear Him pass. He speaks to me everywhere.” I admit that the creation does not push everyone to acknowledge the Creator, but it does me. In the brilliant colors of the hummingbird breast to the glossy black of the winged crow, from the tiny shrew to the massive blue whale, I see the Creator’s hand. Brooks and trees, skies and seas sing out His name to me; the good God who has made all things well. Let us celebrate the earth which has been given us by God.