“My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?” (Psalm 22: 1)

“My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?”  Psalm 22: 1

Having just tried Several times to fill out and print an application for health insurance, and not being successful either in sending it in via email, nor in printing it out, I have given up.  Again.

I expect I’ll have health insurance (thank you all very much, by the way) again sometime soon tho’, as I have discovered that when I “try, try, again,” the task that right now perplexes and frustrates me, gets accomplished.  Well, most of the time.  I never did make that dress begun in high school, after I re-did the inner neckline (what do you call that piece?) FIVE times.  The fifth time I tore it out, I put that material into a basket, which traveled with me until Santa Fe, when I gave it up for a yard sale.

I also shouted these words aloud in a computer lab, when I couldn’t find the term paper I’d worked on until three in the morning, and I was about to meet with the professor.  A tough professor.  It was at Seminary.  People looked at me funny.

I sometimes now say, “My God, My God, why have I forsaken thee?”

Of course, all this pales to these words spoken from the Cross.

My frustrations and perplexities have no weight when compared to the obedience of Jesus to the Father.

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 and bored as any 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.”  God’s presence even in the memory of mountains saved  me and my daughter from evil.  “The Lord will keep you from all evil: He will keep your life.”

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 home without that pull.  Some days I thought about 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 those foothills above Burbank, I could see and feel the still small voice of God.  “You are loved.  You are worthy.”  The Lord who made those hills, those mountains, the heavens and the earth  helped me.

Everytime I lift my eyes to the hills, I remember God’s infinite love, and steadfast care.

God has been there for you, too.  Sure.  Steadfast.  Providential.  You are loved.  You are worthy.  You have been delivered from evil.  Your help has come from the Lord.  Lift your eyes to the hills.

Each time you lift your eyes to the hills, I trust that you do remember that the Lord who made them, also made you, and that you are loved, and cherished, and deemed worthy.  What a blessing it is for all of you, who have these hills to remind you that God is There.  Steady.  Sure.  Even in the fires, even in the earthquakes.  Even in the Santa Annas.  Even in the floods.  God loves you and cares for you.  All you have to do to remind yourself of that is to Lift Your Eyes to the Hills.

“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

Blessings, Pastor Bethany

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