images-1“I raise my eyes toward the mountains. Where will my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1-2

Maybe this is why I love the mountains so. My eyes are naturally turned heavenward, where God is seated on His throne, high and lifted up, in all His majesty and splendor, His eyes forever on me…His beloved child. My Helper.

I love that mountains are rock-solid. A reminder that God is unchanging.

“…Samuel took a stone and set it upright between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer, explaining, ‘The Lord has helped us to this point (thus far).’ ” 1 Samuel 7:12

I love how the Patriarchs of the Old Testament set up memorial stones or altars to remember God’s love and faithfulness; protection and provision. I love that the Ebenezer stone was set upright, it’s jagged end pointed to the sky. The eyes were forced to look up. The heart was forced to remember.

Thus far, God has helped me.

I love it (Yes, I love so many things about God!!) that God is a “thus-far-God.” And if God has helped me this far, I can trust Him to help me all the forever days He gives me on this earth. My Mountain of Help. My Maker, the Keeper and Sustainer of my heart…I think I want to raise an Ebenezer stone of my own.

I was created for a life that moves up the mountain…always striving, always persevering, always moving upward…upward…upward.

Sometimes the way is steep and rocky. I have to climb carefully.

Sometimes the way is halted by a chasm. I have to take another route.

Sometimes the way is weary. I have to rest in the cleft of the rock.

Sometimes the way is blinded by clouds. I have to walk by faith.

No journey is too hard for the One who helps me. No rock too jagged. No chasm too wide. No hill too steep. No cloud too thick.

No. Mountain. Too. High.

“Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise;

Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above;

Praise the Mount! I’m fixed upon it, Mount of Thy redeeming love.” (Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing by Robert Robinson, 1735-1790)

Raising my eyes to the hills…remembering…thus far God has helped me…my Mount of redeeming love.

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