Where does my help come from?

“I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?”‭‭
Psalm‬ ‭121:1‬ ‭NIV
Something about being on the edge of the Rockies changed the meaning of these verses for me.  As I climbed Seven Falls and walked through the Garden of the Gods, it changed my perspective.
A person running down a mountainside to come to my aid would be nice.  An army of angels rushing to my rescue would be great.  But that is not what I have available to me.

“My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭121:2‬ ‭NIV‬‬

My Hero, my Savior is God Almighty.  He not only rushes to rescue me, He made the mountains, the ground, the air, the planet that carries me everyday.

This Psalm goes on to say that God doesn’t sleep, He’s never caught off guard by the things that come against me.  He will keep me from harm.

As worry threatens and life bears down on me, finances overwhelm and something else breaks down or starts to leak, it is good to look to the mountains, with all their might and grandeur, and remember what kind of God I serve!

The Let Down

I recently got to talk to Jon Egan. He has written some powerful worship songs and is truly gifted in what he does. He and a couple of his friends were at our church, just spending some time ministering to the people in our worship ministry.

It was good.

Now, two days later, I’m up at 4 AM getting ready to go to work.

I was excited. I could hear the voice of God speaking to me, encouraging me in all that I do with the kids at our church. I was inspired with new ideas, reminded of old ideas, and just sensed God’s presence with me.

Then I returned to the work of scheduling, song choices, technical difficulties that need to be addressed.

The inspiration that God gives us, the moments when we see Him so clearly, do not replace the disciplines of walking out His calling, the daily grind of taking up our cross. But in the discipline, the work, the habits of faith and joy that can only be developed over years, we find the reality of His truth, His love, His faithfulness.

I have known those who would try to string together enough “God moments”, worship experiences, inspired teaching to keep themselves at a spiritual high for weeks. They would always crash. Just like chemical or physical highs, they are never meant to be sustained. Our bodies do not do well looking for the next “fix”.

Look for the mountains in your walk with Jesus. They are powerful, emotional moments that awaken us. Then walk through the valleys. Love the moments of each day. Breathe in, breathe out. Live.

He is with you.