The Mountain

The Lord told me to move and so I started walking, one foot after another. I took step after step. But when I looked down the path He told me to follow, a mountain stood in my way. I could see it, far ahead, cutting off the path He told me to walk.

“Let’s go around,” I told Him, convinced my finite knowledge knew better, “There are other paths we can take.”

“Keep going,” came His reply.

“I can’t go this way that you are leading me. There’s a mountain in my way.”

“Keep walking,” He spoke again.

Step after step, I came closer to the mountain, trying desperately to understand why He would lead me this way. And the closer I came, the larger the mountain looked. What had once looked difficult now looked impossible.

Still He spoke, “Keep going.”

Until the path He had me on led right to the base of the mountain I’d seen and feared for so long.

“It’s impassable!” I cried, starting back at the path behind me, mourning wasted time on a wasted path.

“Keep walking,” He spoke.

“There’s a mountain in my way!”

“Tell it to move,” came His voice.

I stared up at the mountain – impassible. impossible. so much larger than me. But I looked up at my God – the One larger than the mountain. With a deep breath, I told the mountain to move. And it moved, not in my power, but His. I looked up at Him, waiting, and He spoke,

“Keep walking.”

So I did, but this time I didn’t look ahead for obstacles in my way. This time, I kept my eyes fixed on Him, instead. More obstacles likely lay ahead, but that was okay. I’d made my focus the mountain before, but it was never about the mountain. I kept my eyes on Him because it was about my obedience to the Mountain Mover.