I Lift Up My Eyes

“I lift up my eyes to the mountains–where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” 

Psalm 121:1-2

As I sat down to write this post, the verse above echoed in my head. This verse truly resonates with me during this season of life (and not just because I can literally lift my eyes up to the Rocky Mountains behind my house). I have every intention of continuing to write because I feel God gently nudging me in this direction. However, when I began this blog, I had no idea what life was going to throw at me this summer. I will not go into the details, but combine having a new baby with my husband’s stressful work schedule and I was bound to have some issues. But the circumstance that topped it all was finding out that my mom has cancer. In the course of three months, my mom has had more doctor appointments than I dare to count, multiple tests and biopsies, and has gone through major surgery on her lung to remove a tumor. It has been a crazy, scary, bring-you-to-your-knees kind of summer. For my mom, it has been that times ten. I have felt pulled in so many directions–trying to care for my baby girl, supporting my husband through a stressful work experience that has tested us both, and trying to support my mom from afar. I am tired. I am worn. I am weary. But I am also grateful.

Through it all, God has been faithful. He has been loving. He has been forgiving when I doubted and feared. He has been my help even when I had no words to cry out for help. There have been many days this summer where I have not felt like doing my devotions or reading my Bible. I have struggled spiritually, emotionally, and mentally. But God is still there. He was in the beautiful song that came on the radio. He was in the laughter my husband and I shaed when our daughter giggled for the first time. He was in the tears I have shed many times these past months. He was in the

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