Mountain Mover

Regardless of where I live geographically, I’ll always be an ocean girl. When you spend your childhood listening to waves crashing beneath your bedroom window, that sound never leaves you.

But another part of me loves the mountains. I have many fond memories of family weekends in our VW Camper in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. We drove along the Kancamagus Highway, exploring covered bridges, gorges, and falls. And although we never rode the famous Cog Railway, our car did climb Mt. Washington.

Mountains are as varied as seacoasts. Some are green and rolling, others are rugged and snow-capped. But unlike the ever-changing tides, mountains are steadfast and unmovable. You have to go around them, over them or through them, because they won’t get out of your way.

The biggest challenges we face in life may seem like mountains. And similar to Mount Everest, they are treacherous and often impossible to climb — unless you have a trusted and experienced guide.

I take great comfort in knowing that my God is able to move mountains. He knows every obstacle I face, and He will always provide a way to get to the other side. I’ve learned there are no shortcuts to the summit. The journey may be lengthy, but every step of that climb will deepen my faith.

When Jesus’ disciples could not cast a demon out of a young boy, they asked him why.

“He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, 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 ‭17:20‬

Know this: there is no mountain too tall, too high, or too intimidating for God. Whatever mountain you are facing today, put your faith in Him, and trust that you will never climb alone.

 

Seasons to Remember

You can’t deny it . . .  fall is on the horizon. This realization hit me when my Google calendar suddenly flipped from July to August. We returned from two weeks overseas and found Halloween candy in the stores.

I am looking forward to fall though, but honestly, it has nothing to do with pumpkin spice latté. I’m ready to welcome the cooler sweater weather, colorful leaves, and college football. I long to sleep at night again with the windows wide open!

As a kid, I lived for summer. When your childhood home is on the ocean, you spend the entire winter dreaming about the days when you can run barefoot in the sand. I loved those carefree surf-filled sunny days, and listening to the waves crashing beneath my window at night. They are memories that truly stay with you for a lifetime.

Years later, my folks moved to the mountains of southwestern Maine and I discovered a new love for pine forests, fall foliage, and maple syrup. I saw my first moose and fed a chickadee from my hand. I went apple picking and even tried snowshoeing. And of all the Christmas mornings I can remember, nothing compared to waking up in the mountains with snow falling and a fire crackling in the wood stove.

I will always have fond memories of my childhood summers on the beach. Time has passed and I have lots of new memories of summers spent at the beach and in the mountains with my own children. And as the calendar flips to a new month, a new season, or a new year, I will look forward to many more seasons in my life, shared with friends and family, creating memories to cherish forever.