Mountains and Trust
“In whose hand are the depths of the earth, the peaks of the mountains are his also. The sea is his, for it was he who made it” (Psalm 95:4-5)
The beauty of the mountains are seen in the high peaks, valleys low, crevices, and scarred ravines. Time and the elements have shaped and defined their grandeur and ruggedness.
They stand open faced towards the creator who shaped them. They run not, they deceive not, they hide not at the forces placed on them. Be that burning sun, cool nights, storms and tempest, or quiet and peaceful mornings; they stand. They trust and melt away at his decree.
We are to stand in the day of struggle and testing. We are not to move or shift or hide. We are not to guard or protect or esteem ourselves highly but rather lowly… rightly, as He sees us, and as He regards us. (Philippians 2:3)
For the creator loves us enough to cause the elements to come against us. They hurt, they scar, they tear away the fragile mask of our deception. The process is ugly, muddy, earthly, and filled with brokenness; our pride is swept away, our nice Christianizes falters and the barrenness of who we truly are comes to light.
We are His creation. We are His work. This that we are, that we see, is His doing. We are but a part of an eternal plan; a thought of mercy, a hope of redemption created before the mountains, before valleys, and before the first morning.
The beauty of the mountains are seen in the high peaks, valleys low, crevices, and scarred ravines. Time and the elements have shaped and defined their grandeur and ruggedness.
They stand open faced towards the creator who shaped them. They run not, they deceive not, they hide not at the forces placed on them. Be that burning sun, cool nights, storms and tempest, or quiet and peaceful mornings; they stand. They trust and melt away at his decree.
We are to stand in the day of struggle and testing. We are not to move or shift or hide. We are not to guard or protect or esteem ourselves highly but rather lowly… rightly, as He sees us, and as He regards us. (Philippians 2:3)
For the creator loves us enough to cause the elements to come against us. They hurt, they scar, they tear away the fragile mask of our deception. The process is ugly, muddy, earthly, and filled with brokenness; our pride is swept away, our nice Christianizes falters and the barrenness of who we truly are comes to light.
We are His creation. We are His work. This that we are, that we see, is His doing. We are but a part of an eternal plan; a thought of mercy, a hope of redemption created before the mountains, before valleys, and before the first morning.
posted by Michael Byrd at 5:12 AM
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