[Nothing will be impossible]
Due to our health issues, Andrew and I don’t get out too much, but when we do, even a drive becomes a bit of an adventure to me.
Andrew has Fibromyalgia, and he’s on some pretty heavy duty painkillers. He also becomes easily fatigued, has to deal with insomnia and feels nauseous quite often. (That’s the short version of the story.) All of that alone, makes getting out quite difficult.
I have an autoimmune disease, myself; it’s called Hashimoto’s Disease. Hashimoto’s affects the thyroid, particularly how much thyroid hormone the body produces. Hashimoto’s has an endless list of symptoms and sometimes that’s how it feels.
However, we are being guided through all of our challenges, and I am convinced that we have God’s promise of healing, so I’m looking forward to what waits up ahead, and I’m dreaming big! (Oh, I am, I am! Green eggs and spam!) Now that I’ve got the basics of our story established, on with the journey!
It was a clear sunny day as we drove down the highway to our destination. The radio was on, and we we’re both in good spirits. Have I mentioned I’m a singer? Well, not professionally, or publicly–with the exception of church where my voice sort of gets lost in the crowd. So, yep I’m a singer!
December had just begun, so Christmas music was playing, and Andrew was being seranaded with a personal one women caroling session. My voice was busy, and my eyes searched the skies for what perchance I might see–be it planes, birds, or even sometimes hot air balloons!
When I spotted an eagle, I happily called out, “There’s my eagle!” Not long after, Andrew spotted one through the windshield of our vehicle as well and echoed my sentiment with, “There’s your eagle!”
Being that the day was so bright and clear, the mountains that formed the backdrop of this scene stood boldly beside us as we drove. Their snowy peaks were so beautiful; a mass of low lying clouds created an almost misty look at their base.
It was so breathtakingly gorgeous that I had to exclaim, “Look at those mountains!” Andrew’s response to me was, “I can’t–I’m driving.” Before you think ‘well that sounds like a typical grumpy man,’ he really wasn’t being grumpy. He was being sensible. His words even caught my ear. Suddenly, I found that my perspective of those dreaded metaphorical mountains was changing.
I’ve always hated those “mountains” They look so daunting. If you stare at them too long, a “mountain” soon becomes an immovable and ever so discouraging wall.
There have been times in my life when I’ve felt them looming as I looked at them so cynically. That’s just it, our perspective gets skewed and hope gets lost in the struggle. If instead we believed that those “mountains” would fall, we could excitedly say, “Look at those Mountains!” while we continued driving.
A Glorious Day
After Andrew’s doctor’s visit we were back on the road again. Since we were in the neighborhood, we decided to pop in and visit with our brother-in-law, Paul, who was hard at work. (He owns his own company! He does, he does, are ya feelin’ the love!?)
I’d forgotten that our niece’s husband, Dave (who we’ve always seen more as a brother), was presently working with Paul as well. It was a nice surprise to see him, and it was a blessing to have the opportunity to visit with them both.
What more could I ask for in a day. I had my God, my family, my sunshine, my eagle, my music, and a road trip! The journey home again drew my eyes once more out the window towards those mountain views.
The clouds had risen so high that I could hardly see those glorious mountains anymore. (Yeah, that right there said it all to me.) Those mountains just aren’t bigger than my God and my faith. Even just a little of it can bring those mountains down.
“And He said to them, “Because of the littleness of your faith; for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.” –Matthew 17:20
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Not too long after I wrote this (just under a month) I found myself looking at those “mountains” once again, but I wasn’t looking at them as if they were glorious. Truth be told, I was feeling quite frazzled.
I knew that there was something wonderful waiting on the other side of them. I didn’t doubt this and I wasn’t doubting that I’d reach my destination (I have too much drive and determination), but I was feeling so bogged down and overwhelmed.
I’d been praying and crying, and praying and crying some more, when God answered me with, “Sit back and enjoy the view. You’re not driving–I am.” (Oh, that’s right!) I had it wrong. I thought that I was the one who had to keep on driving.
It wasn’t that I had to keep driving to make those mountains disappear; He’s been driving all along. He’s in control–not I. (Not I, not I! Just look at that sky!)
I needed that reminder, that correction, and that reassurance. Once again He never fails to meet the need. ❤