Mountains of My Heart

I’ll never stop asking God to increase my faith, as long as the skin of humanity drapes over me. It really is a marvel to consider that faith as small as a mustard seed can move a mountain.

But what if, this kind of faith isn’t about my ability to make something happen (which can sometimes cause more harm than good), nor is it about telling God exactly which mountain I need Him to move (which can sometimes cause me to lose real sight). 

Rather it’s the possibility of God moving mountains … in my heart. In ways that aren’t my own, where He tenderly stretches my stiff places, softens my calloused corners, and invites me in to celebrate something new.

To me, this is the real miracle…that though our mountains of grief, loss, confusion, brokenness, and impossibles may not change this side of Heaven…the steep climb of CHOOSING to believe

victory over victimhood

hope over despair

purpose over pain

is POSSIBLE, even if our faith is as tiny as a seed. Because, well, Jesus said so…

““You don’t have enough faith,” Jesus told them. “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible.” Matthew 17:20, NLT

He’s always, always coming for the mountain of our hearts. Then, that “other” one. ❤️