“I lift mine eyes unto the hills. From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” Ps. 121:1-2.
Like for the Psalmist, it helps me to remember that God made these beautiful green (now) hills. I lift my eyes to them traveling across the Santa Clara bridge to Bardsdale. I can see them as I travel up to Second Street, and turn to the East. Lovely, green, full of God’s promise, hills.
It is not that I look to the hills for help, but that I know God made them, and me; and we, the hills and I, are made of the same stuff. I remember thinking that, sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon, “I am like you, both of us made by God. Air, earth, fire and water.”
Some times the hills have helped me remember that God loves me, and is there to care for me.
When I was fifteen, my shortened family – Mom, Dad, little bro and I – traveled across country. I was depressed as any abuse-repressed 15 year old would be. We stopped in Casper, Wyoming, to look across the lake at the Grand Tetons. I stayed in the car. My mom flung the door open and hollered, “You get out of this car, now! and look at those beautiful mountains!” So I got out of the car, stared at the mountains across the lake, and thought to myself, “I feel like a piece of dirt on those “beautiful mountains.”” And the mountains seemed to speak back to me, “But imagine how proud we are to be pieces of dirt on These Beautiful Mountains!”
Years later, when my then-husband would tell me, in not so many words, that I was worthless; a piece of dirt, I would remember the mountains, and say within myself, “But imagine how proud I am to be a piece of dirt on These Beautiful Mountains.”
When I worked in the grocery store, the mountains above Burbank sometimes pulled me up the block to my and my daughter’s little apartment. Some days, I couldn’t have made it without that pull. Some days I thought of how those mountains had watched so many other people over so many different eons. And how they were not entirely indifferent to me and all others’ plights, but that they were There. Steady. Sure. Even in the fires, even in the earthquakes. Even in the Santa Annas.
Looking at them, I could see and feel the still small voice of God. “You are loved. You are worthy. You can help Me with My Kin_dom.” The Lord who made the hills, the mountains, the heavens and the earth has helped me, just as He has helped you. You are loved. You are worthy. You can help.
Each time you lift your eyes to the hills, please remember that the Lord who made them, also made you, and that you are loved, and cherished, and deemed worthy, and that you, like Jesus, can be of service to the very God who made the heavens and the earth, and the mountains, and Jesus, and you.
“The Lord will keep you from all evil: He will keep your life. The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.” Ps 121:7-8