“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. He will not let your foot slip – he who watches over you will not slumber. Psalms 121:1-3 NIV
This was my grandmother’s favorite verse. When my grandparents retired they actually moved to the Ozark mountains of northwest Arkansas. We loved to visit. They would take us to see the Christ of the Ozarks in Eureka Springs. My grandmother lived her life looking to the Lord for help, and He delivered. If you missed my blog post on my grandmother’s story, it is From Generation to Generation on May 3rd of this year.
I love to hike mountain trails, hard on the uphill but easier coming down, usually. But as I think about our verse for today, and lifting my eyes to the mountains, it seems to suggest that I am in a valley. Perhaps in a dark valley, where all I can see are the mountains around me and the difficult paths that lead out. We have all been in a dark valley at some point in our lives. Maybe you are there now.
But the second part of the verse reminds us where our help comes from – the Lord. He who made the heavens and the earth, the mountains and the valleys, and each one of us, He is our help. The Lord watches over us. He is with us in the valley even when we feel alone. And He walks with us as we struggle to find our way out. He holds our hands to strengthen us and whispers hope as we climb. The Lord keeps us from falling. The Lord, alone, is our help.
The Lord also places others in our path as He helps us out of our dark valley. People to offer comfort and encouragement, others to offer the tools and solutions so that we can make it to the mountain top.
This week, invite the Lord into your dark valley, accept His strength and hope, embrace the people He has brought into your life, and hold His hand as you climb with Him to the mountain top.
I thank God for each of you! And I thank you for joining me this week as we lift our eyes to the mountains and climb out of the valley with the Lord as our help.
Blessings and mountain tops!
Peggy Writes 