This morning as I look out of my window on the world, I see a quiet neighborhood, a sleepy, just-waking-up neighborhood with shadowy trees newly emerging from night, the dedicated walker striding up the hill, a few people driving to their jobs already, and I’m grateful for normalcy. If I looked beyond the obvious and could see into the lives of the people who share this peaceful valley (not that I’d want to) I’d find that everyone has his or her share of problems and troubles, of worries and what-ifs.
Add to personal problems, the larger perplexities with which the news bombards us and it’s a wonder we don’t just cave in, under the weight of many troubles. So, what to do?
Trying to deal with problems and troubles is like climbing a rocky, thorny hill. I can’t see to the top, briars reach out to grab me, stones roll from under my feet, and I’m tired. That hill seems to be as high as Mount Everest. I don’t think I’ll ever reach the top.
Contrast that with the view from an airplane, several thousand feet in the air. Far below, the mountains which look so tall from an earthly view are small and toy-like. This is sort of the way problems look when we stop trying to climb them alone and leave them in God’s hands. If He doesn’t remove the mountains, He’ll help me climb them, and that’s good enough for me.
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