From Whence Comes My Help?
I will lift up my eyes to the hills – from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, Who made Heaven and Earth (Psalm 121:1-2) I love the mountains and have fond memories of the times Bob, our daughters and I camped in Wyoming’s Bighorn National Reserve with my brother’s family. There’s just something special about being in the mountains where God’s creativity is so abundantly present. The thin air blowing down from snow-packed peaks is pristine; and the water that tumbles down rocky creek beds is crystal clear and icy cold. Wild game, pine forest and mountain flowers surround you, and the sky overhead looks like a giant blue bowl turned upside down. This may be some of the memories that came to the poet’s mind as he penned this passage. Perhaps the mountains also represented these things to him: * Fellowship with God - The temple at Jerusalem sat on one of the seven hills on which the city is built. Hills, t...