“As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds His people both now and evermore.”
My daughter had just lost it, sitting on the top step in the hall of a four-plex in Burbank. “We’ll never find a place to live! We’ll be homeless forever!” We’d been staying with my big brother in Glendora, driving in to Burbank so Mel could go to 6th grade there. He’d told me, “You have to take a leap of faith; you can’t stay here much longer.” I’d taken to looking around Burbank while Mel was in school, taking her after school to look at more places. The lady who was moving out of the four-plex apartment had told us the landlord was raising the rent, to $700 a month!
I couldn’t imagine paying $700 for an apartment; my Detroit house’s mortgage had been $147 a month! I didn’t have a job; the agent I’d met with had not been interested, as I didn’t want to spend money on acting classes the man taught. After all, I already had all my union cards, and had made my living as an actress for eight years in Michigan. It had been me and Mel making it on our own for two of those years. We were living on our savings at this point. No frills, like acting classes, allowed.
As we drove back to the freeway, we passed a Catholic school/church, and Psalm 125:2 was engraved on its lintel. Then I looked up, and noticed the mountains that surrounded Burbank. I knew we’d be okay. And the next day, or the day after, I found us our first apartment in Burbank. I borrowed money for first and last from my sister-in-law, and Mel and I emptied our storage unit and moved in. $700 a month. No job. Savings. Trying to live the dream. Getting blood out of a turnip in the form of some money from the real estate guy who was selling our Detroit house. Finally going every other day for two weeks to the grocery store until they hired me to bag groceries.
Getting a check for a movie I’d made five years earlier to pay the difference when our savings ran out and the grocery job hadn’t yet begun to pay. It was then that I realized God had always taken care of me and Mel. I had always been surrounded by God’s love, grace, providence, mercy, joy.
The mountains here don’t actually surround; they corridor. But the other day, driving into town, seeing the clouds hanging over the tops of the mountains, like gray hair on shoulders, I remembered this Psalm, and how it comforted me, and proved to be true.
You are the Lord’s people. And you need to know that you have always been, are now, and will always be, surrounded by God’s love, grace, mercy, and blessings.
Rejoice in the Lord, always!