As I looked at circumstances that seemed to swell ominously, I determined to believe:
God could overcome them all.
The trouble was, as I sized up the giants and the hurdles, they all seemed quite tall. I believed God could overcome them, but from my perspective, He still looked quite small next to them.
Believing was exhausting. Everything loomed, no matter which way I looked at it all.
Then my husband and I drove by the Smokey Mountains.
I love mountains. Their enormity awes and inspires me. Usually, everything in me wants to climb, rising until I reach a peak, see the panoramic view, and breathe in deeply the heights of God’s love.
But on that day, having stared so long at problems unsolved, the massive mounds of immovable stone and land and tree only made me somber. Their hugeness made me feel even more powerless.
Small cars zipped by, and, as we drove slowly so my guy could soak in the view he was so enjoying, soon there was nothing left in sight but steep rock.
Little, tiny us, faced mountains so high there was hardly a skyline.
That feeling of being so small and lost amidst something so huge and unthinkable made me realize I was thinking of God, the great conqueror, as just another passenger in the car. I was acting as if he were staring up at the mountains trying to determine how He’d get through them, too…
But the God who moves mountains is also the Maker of those mountains.
He doesn’t stare up at them in wonder like they must be conquered or tunneled through. He says move, and they do. He’s bigger, stronger, and far more immovable in His goodness than the mountains are in their massiveness.
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.
When the Psalmist wrote this, many people looked to mountains with awe- not just because of their size and features, but because that’s where idols were worshipped. But when the Psalmist looked up, he didn’t just see rugged, rocky altars hewn by rough and ragged hands. He saw God’s handiwork, which speaks to God’s character.
What’s big to us is small from God’s point of view, yet in His mercy He is concerned with the little things- like our cares, our food, and even our tears.
The mountain-sized struggles of our lives fit as securely in God’s hands as the tiny pieces of our lives do when we cast them on Him. Share on XBig and small, Christ is the Lord of all in all. So we can look up to the mountains, proverbial and literal, and trust their Maker whose provision looms larger than all else.
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