Our bus driver skillfully maneuvered the hairpin turns of the Trail Ridge Road, the highest paved continuous highway in North America. This was the first of several days that my sister Cathy and I toured in Colorado. Every day we marveled at majestic mountains and deep rugged canyons. We never tired of seeing mountains—we who are from flat Ohio. Praying the psalms will remind us of the sights of God’s grandeur. “In his hands are the depths of the earth, and the tops of the mountains are his” (Psalm 95:4) and “Praise the Lord from the heavens, praise him in the heights” (Psalm 148:1).