Higher Than I

There's just something about the mountains.

Growing up in the flat plains of Florida, the closest thing we have to a mountain are the hills of Mt. Dora (a city, not a mountain).Which is why around the wintertime, my family takes our yearly pilgrimage to the North.

To see the mountains.

Here's our trip to Stone Mountain in Georgia.

The lonely Stone Mountain overlooks the city of Atlanta.

Standing above a landscape can put things into perspective, can't it?

The city, the trees, the people, all seem small from up high.

It helps to go higher.

It's good for the soul.

Especially, if like me, you struggle with an old frienemy named:

{Worry}

Is it just me or does worry plague us when we first wake up in the morning until we lay our heads down at night. Maybe it's because it's at these times when we are most vulnerable.

It's like we take a problem, any problem, and surmise that if we think about it long enough and hard enough it will go away or get better.

Soon enough, the thoughts begin to take over and our molehills become as large as mountaings, overshadowing any reason and blocking out any light of hope.



The only way to be free is to go higher.

Above all the drama.

But, in the Kingdom of God, in order to go higher, you must get down low,

At the very feet of Jesus,

Weeping, pouring out your heart, and resting in His faithfulness.

It's all a matter of trust.

And, in due time, He will lift you up.

"Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be shaken but endures forever." (Psalm 125:1)