16 Jun When God Moved Mountains
Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. – Mark 11:23-24
A year ago, today, my world changed when my 2-year old son pulled a bowl of boiling hot water down on himself, burning at least 80% of his body. This post isn’t going to be the post where I relive those moments (if you want to know all the details, I wrote about it shortly after it happened, over on Luchae’s blog.)
This post is the one where I remind you about how God moves mountains.
Looking back on life, there are MANY instances where I have faced near impossible mountains, that God has always helped me across, but nothing – and I mean NOTHING – has ever challenged me the way my son’s accident did. But, here’s the thing – when my son pulled that bowl over him, it felt like something else came over me – there was no panic, there was no gut-wrenching fear, instead, I just prayed and man, did I pray.
For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control. – 2 Timothy 1:7
There are no words to explain what I felt that night or the days that followed – yes, there was guilt, and questions of why us, why him, and why now? But there was so much spiritual growth, grace and kindness, that you couldn’t deny God’s hand in it all, and just as I started feeling fear or doubt creep in, God whispered, “I am here.”
In the midst of one of the biggest mountains I have ever faced, I trusted Him completely and wholeheartedly and you know what? God came through.
He came through when He saved us from nearly having a massive car accident, on the way to the hospital.
He came through when He put two strangers in the waiting room with the biggest hearts; one comforted my oldest son until my mother-in-law arrived, and the other paid our entire hospital bill upfront when he heard we weren’t on medical aid.
He came through when He connected me with people who supported, encouraged and showed me genuine kindness.
He came through when He took away all my fears and reassured me that it would be okay.
He taught me grace, and then embraced me in it.
He wiped away my tears when I was alone at night and squeezed my hand when I found myself drowning in tears in the hospital bathroom.
He came through when He said He’d heal my son, and then did – a year later, and my son has nothing but a tiny mark on each shoulder as a reminder of his accident.
He even came through when we left the bath running for more than 2-hours and didn’t come home to a flooded house because by some coincidence – we discovered a leak in the bath earlier that day.
God already knew everything I was about to face and ensured I was prepared. He helped me through the biggest hurdles, carried me when I didn’t have the strength and constantly reassured me with His presence. God is GOOD!
So, this is your reminder: if you’re standing in front of a mountain and it looks sort of daunting – whether that mountain is crippling debt, grief, illness, divorce, mental health, addiction, getting an education, finding a job; whatever it might be – GIVE IT TO GOD. Surrender to Him, PRAY and ask Him to ‘MOVE THAT MOUNTAIN.’
Thank you, Jesus, for your hand in my life! Thank you for your love, compassion and grace. Thank you for your healing on both Eli’s physical scars and my emotional wounds too. Father, you are SO much mightier than anything we face – may we always trust you to carry us through the raging storms and blazing fires. Amen.
I’m a beauty-obsessed, soccer-loving, keto-eating, picture-taking, occasional-blogging, faith-inspired, mom of two. I enjoy baking fresh treats for my family, exploring our local city, and looking for new family-friendly places for our kids to enjoy. On the weekends, you’ll find me supporting Tottenham, while pretending to know what I am doing in the Fantasy League. I can be bribed with chocolate and will never admit to having too much makeup – although, I probably do.