Mountain of God

Music has been an important part of my life from a very early age. From, singing in the back bedroom at Nanny and Pa’s (we called him D-Dad at this time) to banging on his harp (dulcimer) or strumming his electric guitars or steel guitar. I tried my hand at piano, the flute and various percussion instruments from elementary through high school. I cannot forget youth choir and later adult choir where I served as assistant director before moving churches and participating just as enjoyably from the congregation. Music in all forms has always had a special place in my life. Music is a source of comfort to me. Words to songs minister to my heart at times when nothing else seems to sink in. Music often brings me to a place where my heart is ready to worship…or perhaps open is a better word choice.


Lately there have been a multitude of situations around me that have damaged my spirit in one way or another. A man I respect greatly said it best when surmising one situation that the forces of evil are around us and they are great. I have found comfort in God’s holy Word like never before. Sermons have seemed written just for me, the song choices during service have seemed as if handpicked for me to hear, verses have been placed before me in places I may have overlooked before, radio playlists seem made for me…I am so thankful that knowing the needs of my heart, the needs of my spirit, that my heavenly Father allowed me to hear and prepared me to be receptive to hearing the sermons, scriptures, songs, and even to have conversations with people I haven’t talked to in ages that truly worked to mend my brokenness.

Today on my early drive in to work I experienced yet another of these divine interventions as I have come to call them. I heard the song Mountain of God by Third Day that truly ministered to my very soul. The words are as follows:

Thought that I was all alone/Broken and afraid/But You were there with me/Yes, You were there with me

And I didn't even know/That I had lost my way/But You were there with me/Yes, You were there with me

'Til You opened up my eyes/I never knew/That I couldn't ever make it/Without You

Even though the journey's long/And I know the road is hard/Well, the One who's gone before me/He will help me carry on/After all that I've been through/Now I realize the truth/

That I must go through the valley/To stand upon the mountain of God

As I travel on the road/That You have lead me down/You are here with me/Yes, You are here with me/I have need for nothing more/Oh, now that I have found/That You are here with me/Yes, You are here with me

I confess from time to time/I lose my way/But You are always there/To bring me back again

Even though the journey's long/And I know the road is hard/Well, the One who's gone before me/He will help me carry on/After all that I've been through/Now I realize the truth

That I must go through the valley/To stand upon the mountain of God

Sometimes I think of where it is I've come from/And the things I've left behind/But of all I've had, what I possessed/Nothing can quite compare/With what's in front of me/With what's in front of me

Even though the journey's long/And I know the road is hard/Well, the One who's gone before me/He will help me carry on/After all that I've been through/Now I realize the truth

That I must go through the valley/To stand upon the mountain of God

Yes, I must go through the valley

To stand upon the mountain of God

I must go through the valley

To stand upon the mountain of God

Thought that I was all alone

Broken and afraid

But You were there with me

Yes, You were there with me

Oh how I needed to hear that song at this particular moment…to remind me that even though the journey's long and I know the road is hard, that the One who's gone before me will help me carry on. And as I am going through the various situations at hand, there is great joy found in realizing the truth that even though I must go through the valley, I get to stand upon the mountain of God.

And, to top things off, I found a scripture calendar and today’s Word was:

Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man and said, I will. Be healed! (Matthew 8:3)

Oh, the power of a godly touch. Haven’t you known it?...Can’t we offer the same? Many of you already do. Some of you have the master touch of the Physician himself. You use your hands to pray over the sick and minister to the weak. If you aren’t touching them personally, your hands are writing letters, dialing phones, baking pies. You have learned the power of touch.

I can truly say yes, I have known God’s touch. His arms of comfort have wrapped around me so many times of late giving me strength, comfort, easing fears. I pray that God gives me a servant’s heart so that I can truly serve others in times of uncertainty, stress, sickness or any other situation as He allowed others to care for me.

I think about having heard people say all my life about being “too old to run home to Momma…Well, I thank God that we are never too old to run home to Him!