Look At That Mountain!

I stand before a mountain. It’s tall. It’s humungous. It’s impossible. “Move, mountain,” I command. But I cannot simply expect the mountain to move. And I do not hold the power to simply pick it up and move it. I must trust that the Maker of the mountain will do something great despite the incredible mountain that stands before me.

Some of us stand before the same impossible mountain for the rest of our lives. We wonder if God will ever move it. We question how God is using it for His glory. And others are asked to climb.

When a situation comes into our lives and there’s nothing we can do, we can only trust the Maker. But that’s why the mountains come—to give us no other option but fully rely on God as we stand at the base of the mountain. It gives Him great pleasure when we fully surrender.

As you prepare to fix a roof, you set a ladder on the ground. You look up. The roof looks so far away. It actually looks small. As you climb each rung, the roof becomes bigger. But it has not changed sizes, only your perspective has.

Life is like a ladder, with God at the top. When you’re at the bottom, God looks so small. Climbing uphill requires so much effort, but with each rung God gets bigger and bigger. Just as the roof has not changed sizes as you approached the top, neither has God. But as you climb further up the ladder, You see more of Him: His goodness, His faithfulness, His holiness, His love, His power. The more precious He seems. The more amazing He is. He has always been amazing, but you didn’t see it at the bottom rung. Keep climbing the ladder of life and you’ll realize just how big God is.

Don’t pray away the mountain or try to move it. Simply give Him your mountain. Expect big things from God, because He is big. Expect amazing from God, because He is amazing.

We cannot look at the mountain as an ugly obstacle, even though the limitations and frustrations are in clear view. Instead, we must choose to see the mountain as beautiful, giving us a front row seat to God’s goodness and faithfulness and love. God’s going to move in ways which are bigger than the mountain, in ways which are bigger than us and in ways we can’t even imagine. Sometimes the biggest blessings come while we wait for His plan and purpose.

Are you preoccupied with the immensity and disruptiveness of your impossible mountain? Look up, climb life’s ladder and realize God is bigger than the mountain. After all, He made the mountain. He has the power to move it or use it in your life. And so, you have the power to reject or accept this intrusive mountain.

There is no greater variance in landscape than what’s found on a mountain—where the trees grow almost sideways. There is ruggedness and rawness. And as you reach its snowy peak, your whole perspective changes. Your view encompasses all directions from the top. You can see the difficult path you’ve climbed and those around you who’ve reached the top of a similar mountain. There’s a stronger relationship and a greater appreciation for the Maker of the mountain.

It’s about balancing the reality of the impossible mountain with hope in Jesus Christ. Valid concern with the truth from God’s Word. Harmonizing our difficulties and struggles with God’s sovereignty, purpose and unchanging love. It’s not all about the mountain or how big it is; it’s about seeing who God is compared to the mountain. It’s about seeing that God is working despite the impossibilities. It’s about countering our instinct to worry with God’s care and sovereignty. It’s giving our heart’s concerns to God unfiltered and allowing Him to comfort and change us. It’s seeing that God isn’t being unfair or cruel but He’s showcasing His glory, power and love through the impossible mountains.

But God…

No one wants to hear the word progressive. It has the ability to immediately steal our happiness and rob our abilities and time.

It’s so hard not to let our minds run on ahead and report back to us with a very grim outlook. Our minds are very good at it. In fact, they actually love the task of conclusion. What ifs cloud our minds and taint our perspective. Facing reality is necessary but forming an assumption before the day comes is damaging. You see, reality is today, but future is always tomorrow.

Matthew 6:34
Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

Don’t fret over what you might not be able to do tomorrow, but focus on what you can do today. Appreciate the time spent and the relationships you can build and the activities in which you can participate. None of us know when it will no longer be possible.

(It’s better to visualize the future when it’s in the presence of our Lord.)

“But God…do You see the troubles I’m having? Do You see what I’m struggling to do? Do You see my pain? How will I manage a household? How will I care for myself and others?”

And He answers, “But Child… You’re worrying about a future you’re not in yet. You’re running on ahead without Me. I see the future and it is still good.”

God is Throwing Stones at Me

There is only one path in this life. It’s the one which leads to Christ. He is our motivation. He is the purpose for our existence. But it takes little for us to get sidetracked.

We’re walking easy one day—following Christ—when all the sudden a tree falls in our path. It knocks the wind out of us. We get stuck—only seeing the difficulty before us—when we should look up. It might be difficult finding our way through the debris of the fallen tree, but God is still there. And the same path is before us.

Perhaps your fallen tree is pretty huge. The doctor predicts your death. Your boss eliminates your position. Your spouse files for divorce. Your child is rebelling. You’re grieving over a loved one. The bills keep piling up.

We cannot lose sight of Christ and His faithfulness, even when the circumstances don’t make sense.

Psalm 26:3
For Your steadfast love is before my eyes, and I walk in Your faithfulness.

KLOVE shared a story by Pastor Francis Anfuso:
A little boy was playing with his toy sailboat on the shore of a quiet lake. When the wind pulled the sailboat away from the shoreline, he began to cry as it went farther and farther away. An older boy came upon the scene and began throwing stones at his tiny boat. The young boy cried, “Why are you throwing stones at my boat?” The older boy said, “I’m throwing stones on the far side of your boat to create some waves to bring the sailboat back to you. Trust me; I know what I’m doing.” Whenever you feel like God is throwing stones at your life, realize they are meant to draw you closer to Him, not to drive you away. He says to all of us, “Trust Me; I know what I’m doing!”

Sometimes we question if God really loves us. “But God, have You seen the big stones??” But all things are for His purpose, even if we feel like we’re continually dodging big stones.

No one wants to walk a terrifying path, but we don’t have to be afraid. The hardships are not to drive us away from our Father, but to draw us closer. They’re to remind us that He’s bigger than it all and His purpose is bigger than ours. If we lean into the very arms of Jesus, amidst the tragedy or hardship, we can find peace. Why? Because His arms is where we’re meant to be. He is our everything.

There is blessing if we simply lean on Him.

The Lonely Journey: What I Want You To Know

We all walk lonely journeys. Each is unique. But one thing they all have in common: they can build walls that separate us from others. They can complicate family units. And they can even destroy marriages if not careful.

Somehow it seems harder when the journey involves your child. They unintentionally isolate. They can break friendships and rob us of meaningful time with others.

Some have very specific opinions about what they see in your child. Others have no clue and form their own conclusions about the situation. Some disagree with the way you’re handling it. Some are simply uninformed. Some may want to help but aren’t sure how or even what to say.

Please, don’t walk away from those who are hurting in their lonely journey. It’s hard to put yourself in someone else’s shoes, but try to understand. Research their struggle if you can; ask them questions; be a support and encouragement. Don’t just turn away from them. You might be the only one who hasn’t.

I wasn’t sure how much to share in this blog. How much exposure is helpful? Is it fair to my son? But, if it makes a difference or helps another to understand or be understood, then—to me—it’s worth the sacrifice.

“He came out screaming and hasn’t stopped; it’s just changed.” This is what I told a doctor this week about my son.

Continue reading “The Lonely Journey: What I Want You To Know”

God’s Not Dead

A typical day in my house could certainly be described as challenging, but this week was incredibly rough. Seriously, someone must have snuck my boys crazy pills! Even their mealtimes included chucking food and shoving macaroni noodles up their nose. And snorting, because noodles can certainly be confused with teeny-tiny snorkels in each nostril!

Early this week, I had a doctor’s appointment. Because of the extra rough week, I was never so excited for an appointment. But instead of hearing what I expected, it bore concerns. It’s easy to allow humanness to cloud a perspective. It’s easy to jump into the future, with fear and apprehension, focusing on my past losses, and allow my future to grow grim.

To add to my burden, we are experiencing new financial pressures. And grief, once again, has placed its sorrowful cherry on the top of my gloomy little dessert. Continue reading “God’s Not Dead”

Fly, Little Bird

Nearly every day my son shares with me things from school which burdens a mother’s heart. The other day I was incredibly distraught over a specific incident, so wishing my dad was here. He would be the one I talked to about this. He had been there before – having raised five children, three of whom were boys – and I know would have given godly advice.

But he’s not here anymore. The overwhelming sadness escaped and rolled down my face.

I longed for the fatherly advice. Should I ask my oldest brother who is an experienced father of three boys? Should I ask my brother-in-law who also has three older boys? Continue reading “Fly, Little Bird”