I stared at the mountain rising up in front of me, massive and seemingly insurmountable. To move it seemed impossible. Yet I prayed to you dear God to move the mountain. When it seemed you didn’t answer, I attempted to climb it myself. With bare hands I clung to the face of cliffs; with worn shoes I pressed on as rocks pierced my feet. At night I cried in my tent as winds whipped by and pulled up tent stakes. I cried out to you God to move this mountain as I pressed on, trying to conquer it on my own. What I could not see was what you were doing in the midst of my struggle, my pain. Slowly, you moved the mountain like a slow-moving glacier. Over months and years, your plan unfolded as I continued to pursue my plans, my feeble attempts to conquer the mountain. Today, after years of pain and struggle, I look before me in amazement as I see how you have moved the mountain, in your time, with your plan. It no longer looks impossible to scale. Thank you God that you are a patient teacher. Thank you for your grace, your constant love. Deepen my trust in you and your ways dear Lord. Forgive me for not trusting you and your word. Help me to see your ways. Today I praise your name dear God.
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Then the disciples came to Jesus privately and said, “Why could we not drive it out?” And He *said to them, “Because of the littleness of your faith; for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you. – Matthew 17:19-20 (NASB)