I lift up my eyes to the hills– where does my help come from?   My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.  Psalm 121

Surrounded by hills, or mountains really, or majestic masses that point to the highest heavens, the hold-my-breath hills, the only-God-could-have-done-this peak, a girl can know down deep where help comes from.   She has only to lift her eyes to behold the unquestionable evidence of an unseen God who is obviously seen.

And she knows again, this girl, where her help comes from.  Where it has come from.  Where it will come from.

The kindness, the compassion, the small acts of service, help me so much.   Where do they come from?   The people that God stirs to help me.  The people that God helps to help me.

But where does help come from to do the ordinary?  The maintain-the-house?  The get-the gas and groceries?  The pay the bills and keep the ledgers?  Where does my help come from?   Because… uh… there ain’t no one else around here.

Where does help come from to step, then string a zillion steps together, then move them a little faster?   And, while stepping, where does help come from to breathe and focus and not stumble?  Where does help come from to assess the course confidently and squash nerves?  Where does help come from to complete a race in the hills?

Just lift up your eyes, Kath.  Your help, your only help, the only One who can and does and will help, comes from the Lord, the maker of those crazy, beautiful, expansive “hills.”   If He made them, how little a thing, to help alone-you.