I spent the day at an area business, a large plant that intrigues me with the scale of its equipment and production. This is the third year I’ve visited, and I learn more every year. For the first time, I went to the roof.

I could see for miles even though the person with me said the haze limited how far I would have been able to see on a perfectly clear day.

Perfectly clear days don’t come often. I appreciated how far I could see, because I knew my view could have been much more obscured.

As I stood on the roof and looked all around me, I was thankful for the view God gives me. Sometimes I am “down below,” working away in my small world, only glimpsing the bigger picture in my mind and memory. Other times, I try so hard to see the bigger picture, but everything is cloudy. There are moments of clarity and a reminder of how big yet detailed God and His purpose are. But there is often at least some sort of obstruction or haze.

My limited view (or my refusal to open my eyes or take the time to authentically look and search) doesn’t change the reality around me. My ability to see or my vantage point doesn’t determine the world. My experiences and perspective don’t determine truth and reality.

What a confusing world that would be.

And it’s already confusing enough.

I am thankful for a vantage point larger than mind. I’m thankful for a reality more detailed than I can define. I’m thankful for glimpses that amaze and remind me without overwhelming me.

I am for God.