Have you ever had one of those days where everything just kept going wrong? Well, I just had one on Friday. By the end of the day, I left work with the desire to just run away. I was overcome with the desire to see “My Mountains.” I don’t know why I needed to see them, I was just drawn Westward and Northward, like a moth to the flame. So I hit 70 and headed West. It was going to be at least an hour drive, and I wondered if I was just crazy, or wasting my time, but then, after almost turning around twice, I saw them, Those Beautiful Mountains of Western Maryland, and it seemed all was right with the world once again.
There is just such a stability about Mountains, my heart leaps for joy at seeing them.
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
From where shall my help come?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not allow your foot to slip;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, He who keeps Israel
Will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is your keeper;
The Lord is your shade on your right hand.
6 The sun will not smite you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will protect you from all evil;
He will keep your soul.
8 The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in
From this time forth and forever.
It’s God’s foreverness that is so calming. It is His everywhereness, that brings me such peace. And the Mountains and The trees, remind me of His Unchangeable Nature more that anything. So I fled to the mountains, traveled some old, familiar roads, visited haunts from my past, and meditated on God’s faithfulness after a long, difficult day. I almost turned around, but then I saw them, My Mountains, and I found the peace of God there. Perhaps that is why Jesus fled to them often as well.
It was at this time that He went off to the mountain to pray, and He spent the whole night in prayer to God. (Luke 6:12)