“The Sovereign Lord is my strength! He will make me as surefooted as a deer and bring me safely over the mountains.” (Habakkuk 3:19)
A blanket of fresh snow covers the earth. White snow and blue skies as far as the eye can see. The mornings crisp cold air surrounds Mt. Hood with all its splendor and glory.
As I press my hand tightly up against the window, Mt Hood and its 10,000+ feet fits nicely into my palm. The air outside is cold, but I am warm inside this plane. The blanket of snow is not snow, but clouds that give way to this peak.
I recall as a child going up to Mt. Hood with my family. I think some relatives were visiting. Of course, anytime someone visits Oregon, you’ve got to take them to the mountain.
The drive up seemed long as I was propped up in the middle of the back seat. As a typical child, I am sure I was getting antsy.
Suddenly, there it was…as we wound our way around the mountain, the giant trees surrounding us gave way to a most awesome sight.
I remember looking UP at this mountain thinking how huge it was. Fear and respect gripped me with awesome wonder as the rays of sunlight seemed to surround its peak like a halo.
A few years had passed since that trip, and I had taken up skiing. I will never forget the day I took the chairlift to the “top” at Timberline Lodge. It was freezing cold, and the wind…I remember stepping off the chairlift and turning to adjust my goggles. For a moment I just stood there, I felt like I was on top of the world. I could see for miles.
…The plane has now began its descent, and my hand seems frozen against the window. Mt. Hood is no longer there. Just some lake, land, and some clouds.
“The Sovereign Lord is my strength! He will make me as surefooted as a deer and bring me safely over the mountains.”
Looking at mountains through the window of a plane can teach you a lot about how you view things. Its not about what you see, but in faith of what you cannot see.
I used to be afraid to fly, but now…my sight is changing, my heart is opening up, and the fear is melting.
As this flight comes to an end, we fly into a thick fog bank. Out the window, visibility is zero. You know the plane is preparing to land, you just don’t know when. You can’t see. For a brief moment you wonder…
Suddenly the fog gives way to pavement. The plane has SAFELY landed and I am left to ponder along with the catholic priest sitting across from me…
We may not always have blue skies to see our way through, but when God says, “He will”…all we can do is trust in faith that…”He will”.
Today, for you: In whatever mountain you may be facing, know this…”He will!”
The day before I wrote this, we received word that my dad had a tumor on his brain. A month prior, we had learned that his cancer had returned with a vengeance. We would later find out that what we thought was a tumor was actually a stroke. Less than two months later, he passed away.
Yet as I read this today now ten years later, it’s almost as if I stumbled upon a time capsule written in the past addressed to me for the sole purpose in reminding me of one thing… He will.
Wait a minute… it’s not as if but rather… it was. I’ll take it.