My summer was full of mountains. Rocky mountains, Sandia mountains, Sangre de Cristos and Jemez mountains. Tall, craggy mountains, steep mountains shrouded in clouds. Painted mountains lolling by a brown, lazy river.
I love Colorado and New Mexico. We stayed 8,000 ft up and there were still 3,000 feet to go, to the top of the Brazos cliffs that loomed behind us. The sun and clouds painted a different picture on them every day. It’s impossible to get tired of them.
As I stood looking up at those cliffs, part of Psalm 61 echoed through my mind: Lead me to the rock that is higher than I!
God is a rock
Lead me to the Rock that is God. Steadfast, immovable, even more so than the Brazos. More than the Rockies or Everest itself. Unchanging even though the circumstances of my life, like weather on those cliffs, might paint a different picture and tempt me to think otherwise.
Circumstances might make God seem distant, or fiery, or cloudy or covered in frost. But he’s not.
Our God never changes. And even if mountains might crumble, God will not. God is God yesterday, today, and forever will be the same.
Sit with Psalm 61 awhile…
Hear my cry, O God,
listen to my prayer;
2 from the end of the earth I call to you
when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock
that is higher than I,
3 for you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the enemy.
4 Let me dwell in your tent forever!
Let me take refuge under the shelter of your wings! Selah
Lead me to the mountain that is higher than I.
God is a rock, a fortress, an immovable mountain. His is a place of meeting high above the earth, above our troubles. In him is rest and sanctuary away from the fray. Take refuge in him.
© 2021 Sarah Christmyer