As I lifted up my eyes to the mountains surrounding me, I wondered where help would come from. My mountains are real problems and challenges, overwhelming and scary. I tried hard to figure out how to make them disappear, and Eureka, I found it: If I can get the seven Ms behind Me - Money, Men, Machines, Materials, Methods, Minutes and Motivation then my mountains would be lifted. So I ignored the real mountains and started chasing Ms.
Number one on my list was money, for money answers all things. My mountains would be levelled once I get dough, or so I thought - I would meet the right people, get the right gadgets, devise a game plan, create time and induce encouragement. But I was wrong, chasing shadows. Getting the Ms turned out to be newer mountains. And the last time I checked, my mounts had grown taller and it seems I added those extra piles.
How did I get here in the first instance? I cried out for help but the mountains echoed my voice, frightening me the more. Who’s gonna rescue me from this mess that I put myself in? As I sat in the pit, depressed and despondent, Wisdom came to me.
I missed it from the very start; what was I thinking, focusing on mountains? I said to myself, lift up your eyes beyond the mountains, to the God of the mountains for the mountain maker is a mountain mover and shaker. Why beg the mountains when you know the mountain maker?
The suppressed words just started coming: By muscle and mentality shall no man prevail; Cursed is the man who trusts in man, and makes flesh his arm, and whose heart departs from the Lord; Some trust in chariots, some in horses; but I will remember the name of the Lord; My hope is built on nothing else, but Jesus Christ and Righteousness.
So I Shifted my gaze and fixed it on God. As I waited, He lifted up my head and gave me the strength to mount up with wings, run without giving up and walk without fainting. I surmounted all my mountains and as if that was not enough, goodness and mercy now chases me around with Money, Men, Machines, Materials, Methods, Motivation and Minutes.
Now I speak to mountains, not to glorify them or make them bigger than they really are, but to pack their dirty stinking ass out of my way. They don’t even wait for me to speak anymore, they run when they see me coming.
I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? No, my strength comes from GOD, who made heaven, and earth, and mountains. Psalm 121:1-2 (MSG)
