This may sound a little cheesy, but I just had two 'ah-ha' moments in about twenty seconds. Thought I'd share.
Maybe about 4 times a year I get up early when I don't have to. Today's one of those days, I won't mention what time it was, but I will say it was before sunrise. So I made some coffee, sat out on my back porch, which is my favorite place to sit, chased away the geese a few times because they eat Sarah's plants and their honking will wake up Daniel. (Their "Retreat!" honk is even louder though) Anyhow, it's a good place for a time of relative quiet. I read Oswald Chambers for June 10th, cause I was tired...but that was really good. Then I read July 10th, cause that's what day it is, and that was even better. Challenging. Then I started reading some Mocha with Max. It's a nice collection of snippets from all of Max Lucado's books and its pages are all wrinkled because someone fell asleep in the bathtub whilst reading. It makes it look old...it's pretty cool actually.
So finally the sun rises to my left (that means I'm facing South so you can stop trying to figure that out) and I can't help but notice that the page looks exactly like a topographical map of a mountain range.
"Hm. Funny", I think to myself, "What are the chances?"
Then it hits me, "Mountains are just wrinkles!" Something every Tectonic Geologist knew since the first day of class, I'm sure, but my mind was just kinda blown that the tectonic plates could have smashed together with such force, that the ground wrinkled up like wet paper!
Then came "ah-ha" number two: These "mountains" that we face in our lives, the little ones and the insurmountable ones: in the eyes of the One Who slammed those plates together with His word and formed the Himalayas; they're simply wrinkles! If we could somehow get into our minds that He wants to helps us navigate (or carry us) through life's difficult mountainous terrain, it may not seem like mountains we need to traverse...but only wrinkles.