Who are you, O great mountain?
A new year has rung. We have gathered our new year resolutions. Cut out, glued on, posted our vision boards. There is a lightness in the air for the month of January. An unknown and excited tenderness to it.
Yet, beneath the layer of undiscovered territory of 2025 hides our angst. All the thoughts going into trivial matters. Do not befriend worry. He is a liar and believes in all things except God; cursed with the gift of burden. Divorce yourself from such a thing; let it not carry you another day. For when your eyes are sore; let not the world string you to an ocean of chaos. To a mountain of worry. Life is coursing through our veins. Words cursing from our mouth. We move with such audacity. Only to forget we are made of just dust and breath. The residue of sin sniffs at our door. It beckons for our reaction. To think, we gave up our God for temporary pleasures. Do not trade your soul a moment to dance with it. I reckon I’d have to be a fool to fall in love with an idea. And it is so, I am a fool. All of the things consuming our life. Love, loss, vanity, worry, trinkets, pride, hatred, jealousy, envy, the risk of losing your salvation. To cease yourself from such a plummet, give it to God——
The mountain(s) in our life await us, rendering itself again. You will have to learn the beauty of surrendering so you can win. You have to not only learn to live but know to live for Jesus every day. I know the world grows colder. You grow weary. The hardships are just beginning. The birthing pains have begun. As you count your teeth with your tongue, learn to number your days upon this earth for you are only a visitor here. Eternity is your home, either with God or the devil and his angels. I will always kiss you with prayers - praying that your heart knows that it only belongs to Jesus.
Even as I write this letter, it is a reminder to my heart. I am learning. It appears as though I am not, but I am— learning to question myself rightly, to hold a conversation with God first and to leave people and places when I need to. Surrender. That is how we move the mountains in our life. Surrender. Surrender, again— and again. If this new year did not give you a new word, remember last year’s word. Learn it. Let it sit with you. Surrender to His love and perfect will for your life. There is still alot to unpack my friend. Do not be discouraged. You are flesh, but do not let this world turn you to stone. Feel, everything as intimately as you do and give it to Jesus. My letter might not fully capture the headspace you are in for 2025 but let Jesus capture you in surrender. Nothing is ever lost with Jesus, nothing——— who are you, great mountain, that you should not bow low?
Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer, and give up your sins—even those you do in secret.
Then you won't be ashamed; you will be confident and fearless. Your troubles will go away like water beneath a bridge, and your darkest night will be brighter than noon. You will rest safe and secure, filled with hope and emptied of worry. You will sleep without fear and be greatly respected. Job 11:13-19
Who are you, O great mountain? Before Zerubbabel you shall become a plain. And he shall bring forward the top stone amid shouts of ‘Grace, grace to it!’ Zechariah 4:7
I am writing you love letters from Hilo.
I pray you read this with hope and love. With joy and expectation— knowing Jesus loves you but more importantly He needs you to grow up— in your word reading, praying, believing, hoping, looking for His return.
All my love,
G.
