My Mountain

My cheeks stung from the cool air on my walk this morning when I was reminded of the glory of my God. There it was. The mountain. Mt. Rainer and I have a precious relationship. A few weeks back, the Lord used that mountain to give me a revelation of true humilty. He gave me eyes to see the mountain as my mountain, the mountain He had the power to move if I had but the faith of a mustard seed. He showed me how that mountain was a pebble to Him. Healing all the wounds that have been left on my heart from those who have come and gone, seems impossible, like moving a mountain. But, my God promised me freedom. He died so I would have freedom. The challenge isn't on His end, it's on mine. Moving the mountain is not hard for Him, but me letting Him, that is where we run into the real challenge.

I have been disecting this revelation for the past few weeks now and I am seeing that the matter isn't that He needs to take the mountain out, He wants to help me over it. Yes, it would be easy for him to take it out wrecking ball style, but this time He wants this to be a journey that He and I will take together. But, is it possible for me to receive His grace enough to where I trust He isn't going to desert me halfway up the mountain? Here is where I take my first steps into grace and freedom. Believing He is a God of His word.

I am currently a first year intern at my church and let me begin by telling you that I am so sure this is exactly where the Lord wants me. Although it is a blast to get to spend everyday with a group of such anointed people, I can't deny how unbelievably hard it all is. Currently, my greatest issue is fighting my natural instinct to be a workaholic. I find myself getting so caught up in the busy schedule and rules that I miss the principles behind it all. The first year is all about sowing. On a daily basis I sow and serve my heart out without getting to see an instant harvest. But what harvest is ever instant? I have to trust my God. I WILL reap what I sow. I constantly have to check my heart to make sure it is in the right position. A position where my works are overflows of my faith and not attempts to earn anything. Something I have recently discovered is that your true heart issues become evident when you are serving. So naturally, everyday I get to come face to face with my mountain. There are days when I can feel myself slipping down the mountain and losing the ground I just covered, but my God is so good that He picks me up where I have fallen, dusts me off and places me back on my feet and higher up the mountain. When I let Him be the hero of my story, He and I gain more ground then I could have ever lost.

My church has an amazing view of Mt. Rainer. Every morning, when I am walking into the building I get to catch a glimpse of it. I stop and marvel at its beauty and mutter just one word, glory. While I am reminded of His promise, I hear the still, small voice wisper, "Keep going dear one. I am so proud of you. Don't stop till you reach the summit." From the summit I will get to look back and see all that I have been delieverd from and I will get to look forward into my Promised Land. Right now, only He can see what is on the other side.

On this journey over my mountain, I am awestruck by His love for me. He is so much bigger then I could ever imagine. He is my protector and deliverer. When I grow tired and weak, I will take refuge under His wing. He is my King. I am humbled by His glory.

So yes, my God. I will keep going and won't stop till I reach the summit of my mountain.

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6:9

My view of Mt. Rainer this morning. glory.