Mole Hill Syndrome 101

If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing.

Ever found yourself building your own mountain?  Piece by piece, layer upon layer.  Might start out as a small bump in the road of our adventure and then suddenly it is this big unmovable mountain.  We get ourselves so worked up about whatever situation it might be that we can no longer see anything but this huge mound of not moving disaster.  There upon moves in the guilt and self doubt along with failure and disbelief.  A flood of emotions soon follow and before you know it you are having a panic attack of sorts and you revert to survival mode, no longer finding hope.

I know we have all been there, matter of fact some of us have named our mountains because they have been there for so long.  Sometimes we just begin to accept these masses of rumble as permanent fixtures in our lives.  We find it almost impossible to see past the dark shadow it casts on our walkway.  We begin to doubt any promise that has ever been spoken to us.  We begin to have thoughts not of God for the situation and if we allow these things to fester we can find ourselves way off in left field without an ounce of energy to finish the race.

So how do we move these mountains?  Simple, trust and obey.  First you have to trust in the Jeremiah 29:11, knowing that God has this already planned out.  Next you have to make yourself be still in the presence of God and listen for His still small voice (1 Kings 19:11-13).  Lastly, we have to obey what God says to do.  Sounds so stupid simple, yet complicated when you try to apply it to your mountain.  Why?  Because we still have the mentality that we have to move the mountain.

Sigh!  I just love it when God reveals to me the simple things.  Today I made a mountain and after I faced it, God showed me just how in control He still was.  I got myself worked up into a near fatal tizzy over something that I already knew God was in charge of.  I called my husband and I told him never to buy me a gun because I would probably shoot myself in the foot with it.  When I walked away from the non-existent mountain and thanked God for His grace I felt as if three months of needless worry was lifted.