We all face mountains in our life, don’t we? They can be what would be considered small mountains like heaps of laundry to do or a sink piled high with dishes, or they can be mountains that we all hope and pray we don’t have to face – things like a stack of bills you can’t pay, the news that our child has cancer, or the realization that the thing we have been hoping for, praying for, and planning for will never be.
Mountains. Although never easy to face, we are promised that if we have faith, we can move mountains. But, what does this mean? What if the cancer remains? What if we still have to bury our loved one? What if the pregnancy test is negative yet again?
Matthew 17:20 says, “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.”
There are times when we have no choice but to climb a mountain, and sometimes it can take a LONG time. We first saw this mountain in our lives when my husband began looking at going back to school. It was exactly two years ago when we realized if a move across the country was going to happen for us, it was only going to happen if my husband found a new career.
As we looked into the career change that made the most sense, we discovered that there was two years of prerequisites to take before he could even start in the nursing program. Math, English, and a slew of difficult science classes stood in the way, and the task seemed impossible. We literally laughed. Both of us and said, out loud, “No way.” There was no way that this can be done. My husband hates school, has to work full time, and hasn’t sat in a classroom setting in more than 20 years. There is absolutely no way.
However, we knew that if he didn’t at least try, we would forever regret having closed this door before even trying to walk through it.
It was with overwhelming uncertainty and apprehension that we signed him up for his first class less than two weeks later.
Each semester brought the mountain into sight again as the classes got harder and harder, especially when he had to drop out of a class on two separate occasions because it was just too much.
“The mountain is just too steep,” we thought, but as time went by, we began walking more by faith and not by sight. We received confirmation in so many ways that we were on the right track. It was as if God kept telling us, “Stay the course, stay the course,” even though it seemed completely insane if we took the time to look at the mountain in front of us.
We have not reached the end of our journey, but we are a whole lot closer, and we are more than halfway up the mountain. Our journey has been a rough one. There have been tears, arguments, and tremendous financial strain that still squeezes the very life out of our monthly income, but we have been moving this mountain, by faith, and by faith alone.
Choosing to move a mountain through faith means trusting in the journey, looking toward the future, and holding on to where you are for dear life. I do it every.single.day, and you can, too.
When the mountains that stand in our way keep us from seeing the path before us, we can hold tightly to the God who is in control and let Him lead us. Let Him open the doors and let Him give us the strength to keep walking when we are beyond bone weary. If we hold fast to our faith, He will lead us on the path to the other side of the mountain. Then when we reach the other side, we will see that we really can move mountains.