Before you turn back from that mountain . . .

Don’t turn back!

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;

indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—

    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm—

    he will watch over your life;

the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

Psalm 121 (NIV)

 

Mountains.

This morning, Bumble Bee decided we needed to be up early, so he woke us all with such a cry, you’ll think he was about to be kidnapped. That was the start of my day: sudden jerk from sleep, heart pounding from my chest and nose pouring like a waterfall just because hay fever won’t let me be great. Not a very good start, and not a very pretty feeling, I tell you. But in the midst of the terribleness of the way I feel, God prepared a message to brighten up my heart even when my face keeps trying hard not to let the light out.

Life’s mountains.

Yesterday morning had a completely different start for me. I woke up wishing I could go back to sleep even when I was in bed till the time reserved for only lazy people. I got up feeling so much guilt: guilt for abandoning Alethea’s Mind for such a long time; guilt for abandoning my quiet time for twice as long; guilt for abandoning my purpose-driven assignments; guilt for feeling that some part of the world around me didn’t mind me not being in it; guilt that I take some things too close to heart when I really should ignore them; guilt for not choosing to be the ‘bigger person’ in that relationship; guilt for feeling guilty that I felt guilty . . . and the list could go on. The guilt was pouring from my bed, I could swim but would totally drown in it if I dared got out. The only thing I could do was bow my head in repentance, allowing the light of God’s love, in the midst of all my unfaithfulness, wash over me and all my guilt. I could hear the gurgling sound as it went down the drain and soon I felt His peace, the one that I really couldn’t explain, but one I deeply appreciated. In the back of my mind, I’ll find myself here again sometime soon, but I pushed that thought away as fast as it surfaced . . . I didn’t need any sour cream on my apple pie.

Life’s mountains.

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Photo by Aron

Every year comes with new resolutions, every task comes with its targets. We talk about SMART goals and rave about production timelines. Yet we watch as deadlines pass and procrastination trips us like untied shoelaces. We look forward to every task anticipating disaster through our risk assessments and don our safety clothes only to stand before the mountain and realise that we really can’t climb it . . . so we turn back.

Life’s mountains.

I think about all the ideas I have had and all the things I wish I could achieve. Most of them ended in the thought process, others while I shared them with myself. Some made it to the ears of those I felt could/would push me, or support me, or assist me; I wake up to the reality that no one will ever run with zeal carrying a torch they were never meant to bear. My unfinished books, the ‘un-started’ ones. The prayer points that have taken up space in my journal but have never made it to heaven’s door. The guilty pleasures for my guilt trips . . .

My mountains.

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Photo by Lionello DelPiccolo

I have always wondered why people quote the first verse of Psalm 121 the way they do. Does help really come from these mountains? I thought the mountains were the obstacles we needed help to surmount. Then I read one time that those who originally sang this song of ascent were talking about the mountains that led to their place of worship. But then I still didn’t get it . . . until this morning.

Life’s mountains.

My mountains.

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Photo by Jared Erondu

Psalm 121, today I see you in a different light and my heart has found peace: So I will lift up my eyes to these mountains before me. No, I won’t turn back. It’s in these mountains I receive help from the One who made the heavens and the earth and every mountain in between. As I make my daring accent up this mountain, I see the risks and I brave it all the same; the One who won’t let my foot slip from the crag didn’t stop to take a nap, He’s holding my hand up this daunting climb. Should I slip, I’m safely tethered to Him and His rope will never break free. From the rays of the scorching sun, He is my lee; from every harm that might threaten to abort this mission, He defends me still. I won’t die climbing this mountain, I won’t die before I reach the top; and when it’s time to descend from the other side on the rest of my journey towards my destination, He watches over me, He cares for me, He helps me.

He loves me.

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Photo by Ales Krivec

 

Life’s mountains.

My mountains.

Your mountains . . .

Is there a mountain before you today?

Are there mountains before you every day?

You don’t have to turn back . . . repeat after me:

“I will lift up my eyes to these mountains before me. No, I won’t turn back. It’s in these mountains I receive help from the One who made the heavens and the earth and every mountain in between . . . (continue as above. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat)

 

 


Feature Photo by Tim Gouw

17 thoughts on “Before you turn back from that mountain . . .

  1. Beautiful piece as always. Reminds me of Psalm 20:1-2 and Psalm 27:1 letting us know that at all times heaven intervenes in our behalf but thank God for the knowledge that you shared that it’s through our confessions, declarations….so your miracle to overcome that mountain is in your mouth. Once again thank you for sharing and blessing us. Much love, God bless

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    1. Thanks for such words of confirmation sir. I believe the more we make these confessions, the more our hearts trust the One who is able to see it through. Thank God for His revelation.

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  2. Alethea, what a very encouraging and uplifting post! I have a whole new way of looking at those words now! A powerful one! Thanks for making me repeat it toward the end. (I’ll keep doing that, Lord wiling)
    I thank God for seeing you to and through your mountain, through your hard days.Doubts and fears can wreak such insensitive havoc on our already human mind. Praise His Holy name for being where we do not even know where we are ourselves! It’s hard to see when it is so dark. I am so glad His faithful light, and faithful hand led you through.
    Oh and I love that you call your little one Bumble Bee! How precious!
    PS… I have nominated you for the My Weekend Be Like This Tag. Hope you have fun with it! Please take your time… even if it means days or weeks! Just wanted to share something to have fun with. Me and God love you!
    https://gaillovesgod.blog/2018/07/06/my-weekend-be-like-this-tag-6-25-18/

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    1. Awww, bless you Gail. I’m grateful to God too, I’m glad it blessed you. I’m thinking of using those words in a spoken word piece so it stays in my heart. Bless the Lord for His tingly revelations to us.

      Oh I saw that tag. Thanks for always thinking of me, Gail. I hope to participate soon. God bless you

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  3. Tosin, This was beautiful! You are poetic even when you are not writing a poem. I think we all have mountains, some big and some small. But, God is the Lord of them all! He is completely in control and fully sovereign over all things, over all that he created, and over our lives and all of our mountains.

    The Lord gave me a song based off that Psalm about lifting our eyes to him so time ago. It is slow, but it is worshipful, and it encourages my heart whenever I am reminded of it. I am going to share it with you here to encourage your heart, too. Love you! Sue

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