Move that Mountain

Move that Mountain
First Published at 1st Corinthians 13 on April 17, 2015

I stood in the middle of a room full of women, all different ages represented, all gathered for a prayer retreat, taking time to worship together, singing Christy Nockel’s song, Waiting Here for You.

In our busy lives that are so hard to get away from, a full day carved out of the calendar seemed impossible to attain. I was ready for solitude and thinking about things I needed to chat about with God. Things that feel like there will never be an answer to. Impossible situations. But then I started singing this song and looked out the large window and in my view was the majestic snow capped Pikes Peak.

Pikes Peak is the same mountain that in 1893 inspired a young English teacher named Katherine Lee Bates to pen words to a poem that turned into the beloved song “God Bless America”. I grew up in Colorado Springs which is the city at the base of this mountain. I remember as a little girl staring out the front window of our living room in awe of it’s grandeur and beauty. As a college kid, I would hike up various trails that led me to the top of the mountain and I could look out over the city in awe.

There have been times in my life where I have faced mountains.

Literally. I grew up in Colorado and spent many hours of my life in the Rocky Mountains, but also figuratively as I look back at various trials in my life. There was a day several years ago when I stood looking at this same mountain and feeling as if the trial I faced was as large and rugged as Pikes Peak and that I would never be able to conquer it. I remember reading in the book of Psalms and God’s Word says “the mountains melt like wax”. That was my prayer that day. I was in the middle of treatment for breast cancer and was struggling with health and what felt like an uncertain future.

Standing today staring at this mountain I was reminded of God’s faithfulness and praising him for being 9 years cancer free.

A mountain moved!

I will continue my time of prayer sitting on a front porch in a rocking chair, looking at my beloved Pikes Peak, thankful I love and serve a faithful God who is capable of moving mountains.

Are you facing a “mountain” of a situation? Be reminded that nothing is impossible with God, nothing!

I lift 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 HCSB