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. (Ps. 121:1-2)
Today, I can decide to improve my vision by adjusting my vantage point.
I can do that by intentionally looking to the mountains of solid, soaring hope with which God has surrounded me. As I look upward and outward, they not only appear to reach heaven; they do.
And that’s where my help comes from; the Lord. He’s the same Lord who made every speck of this earth I’m standing on, every breath of air I take in, every atom of moisture in the sky above me. His beauty is displayed in every blossom, His majesty in every mountain, His waves of love in every ocean, the overflow of His goodness in every waterfall.
As long as I keep holding His hand — the hand He is always extending to meet mine — I may stumble, but He won’t let my foot slip. When I find myself on a muddy slope or on thin ice, I grip Him even harder and know He can take me through with my spirit intact. I can sleep peacefully because I know He is keeping watch over me. Unlike me, God is never caught napping.
When life lands me in a barren place of unrelenting heat, it’s God’s hand that provides the shade I need. The burning rays may blister me temporarily, but there will be no permanent harm to our relationship. Night or day, I have the assurance that I am His and He is mine.
The Lord — my Lord — will keep my spirit, my life in and through and with Him, from all harm. My very being is bound up with Him, and under His eternal protection. He guards our vital connection, because it’s the reason He created me. That’s why even when life chips away at the base of my mountain of hope, it can hardly make a dent.
So today I will decide not to look at the tiny fissures life has managed to chisel in the solid rock. Today, I will look up and out and marvel at the sheer size and scope of the mountains of hope in Him that rise above and surround me.