Mountains

This morning I was driving with 3 of my 4 children in the backseat. I'm sick, but I'm going to work anyway, and my oldest is sick so instead of going to school, he has to come to work with me. Ah, the life of a "single" mom. Don't know how you do it, those of you who don't have the promise of a husband coming home in a few days.

So I'm driving, consumed with myself. I'm sick, I'm tired, I'm alone, and I'm headed to work. And then there are the questions about money, insurance, money, house sale, money, moving, on and on through my brain. I give everything to the Lord again, this time verbally: "Lord, it's yours, take it all. I don't want it. I just want to serve you." There. I said it again. And I meant it. But, somewhere deep inside, I'm still thinking, God, this isn't going well. I don't see how on earth everything is going to get done, how the money is going to come in.  Mind racing . . . thoughts stirring . . . unnecessary worry . . . and then, a yell from the backseat, "MOM!!!  The mountains are moving!"

"Yes, Isaiah, the mountains are moving," I reply in monotone. But I'm distracted for long enough to stop my internal debate over whether or not we'll starve in the month of December to actually pay attention. As adults, we don't really notice that when you drive somewhere with mountains in the distance, and trees in between you and the mountains, it can look as though the mountains are sailing in the opposite direction. Of course they're not though. Mountains don't move. Everyone knows that.  I was just about to correct my silly 5-year-old when I felt God nudging me: shut up and listen to your son.  Ok, God didn't really tell me to shut up, but I'm sure that most days that would be the appropriate thing for Him to say to me.

So I listened. The mountains are moving. Isaiah was sure of it. And he was excited about it.

For a moment this morning, I had forgotten, between having a NyQuil hangover and feeling sorry for myself, that God does, indeed move mountains. In Matthew 17, Jesus' disciples were having some trouble, and wondering why they couldn't accomplish a certain task. Jesus replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, 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." So. Little. Faith.

I serve a big God. I mean, big. But there are days when I reduce my God of the Universe to a finite, small, limited being. But he's not limited. He can part seas. Move mountains. Love unconditionally. Save  lives.  I'm humbled by God's love and provision, and ashamed of the days that I forget, even for a moment, that God is God, and I'm not.  But most of all, today I'm grateful that God used my precious son to shout to me, "The mountains are moving!!"