Surrounded by Mountains

“…if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17: 20b

These days it seems that there are mountains everywhere I look, but they are not physical mountains with their grandeur, beauty and snow-topped peaks. No, my mountains are ugly problems that hover over me like menacing giants. The mountains in my life don’t have pretty names either. They are called Illness, Unemployment, Confusion, Depression, Worry, and Discouragement. I hate to even admit that they are there, but until I face them, they will have the upper hand in my life.

Yet, the above verse in Matthew says that I can speak to my mountains if I have faith as small as a mustard seed. That got me to thinking a lot about seeds, and how our lives are much like seeds. Circumstances can deposit us into total darkness sometimes. In that darkness, we enter a waiting period which often feels like death. This is where our faith is tested. I call it God’s waiting room. It’s where we transition and grow. It’s a painful process, but one that sprouts new growth in our lives.

At this moment, I am in the darkness awaiting God’s perfect timing to bring answers in my life. It feels really scary, but I refuse to just timidly stand in fear any longer. I will not give my power away to worry. Today, I am speaking to my mountains with all the faith I can muster. I am calling them with new names like Healing, Employment, Clarity, Joy, Peace, and Encouragement even though I cannot yet see the light.

In the darkness I cannot see answers right now, but I know that seeds of hope are starting to grow in the soil of adversity in which I am planted. God will not fail me, and He will not fail you. He is growing each of us from tiny seeds to beautiful plantings in His Kingdom. On the day we finally emerge from the soil in which we are planted, we will value the light even more fully after having persevered through dark days like these.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Carolyn Stoenner lives in the Raleigh, North Carolina area. In 2005, she was finally diagnosed with chronic late-stage Lyme disease after over 20 years of struggling and being misdiagnosed with other conditions. The verse she clings to is “O Lord because You are my help, I sing in the shadow of Your wings… (Psalm 63:7). Her passions include encouraging others, reading, writing and scrapbooking.