The Mountains
I never really understood why the psalmist always pointed to the mountain for his help.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from? Psalm 121:1
But today as I drove south on HWY 395 something struck me.
On one side of the road I see towering mountains scraping the sky. Snow melting into streams that eventually turn into roaring rivers. Lakes stuffed with fish. A cool refreshing breeze and air so crisp and clear it can sting your lungs
On the other side of me is a desert. Hot and dry, barren of any resources. Water is rare and life is sparse. It’s valley is named after death and it’s sits below sea level. Its air is dusty and thick. Few living beings thrive in this desert.
On one side life and on the other death. So when the psalmist declares that he looks to the mountains, I don’t blame him. That’s where I’d want my help to come from too.
My help is fresh. Nourished. Hydrated. Strong. Not withered, sun beaten, dry…
Never really understood that passage. I think I’m getting it.
Thanks for sharing this! I love this post!
Still waiting for your thoughts on Love Wins
Hoping to see a post on that soon! 