There are some mountains in life that can’t be climbed. Instead, we cry out to God pleading with Him to move the mountain. Desperately needing Him to make a way.

I have lived this desperate plea and with a mountain that God didn’t move. Or, at least move the way I hoped and prayed He would.

When my mountain didn’t move the way my heart longed for, I had a choice.

I could either turn my back on Him, or run toward Him with a trusting heart.

It’s not easy to trust with a broken heart that weeps with tears of suffering. Yet I know God is the keeper of my tomorrows. There is nothing He does not see. This mountain is only a portion of what God has planned for my life and that is sometimes difficult for my human heart to comprehend.

Trusting His plan means I need to relinquish my own. But, oh how my heart aches and wishes He would have moved my mountain.

Surrendering has left me with a different mountain now to climb. A grief mountain. A steep-uphill climb that bleeds pain and is filled with falling rock and heavy fog.

Still I trust.

I trust because I know there is no falling rock or heavy fog that God has not seen. Anything in my path He has promised to be my shelter and protector of it all. I trust because even though I am suffering, I know His plans are never meant to hurt me. (Jer. 29:11)

Every moment is a struggle and requires me to make a conscious decision to look beyond my mountain and into His plan. Because, it’s challenging to want what God wants when your heart aches and the-mountain-is-always-in-front-of-you. I’ve also realized that looking beyond this mountain helps me face and conquer it . One day, this mountain will be left behind … my forever home is mountain-free!

These picture were taken on my trip to Marbella Spain when were seeking alternative treatments for my girl. On one side you can see the Mediterranean Sea, and the other side holds miles and miles of these beautiful mountains. Quite an amazing sight! I would just stare at these mountains with such awe and marvel at Gods creation. His creation that appeared to endlessly fill the skyline. Massive mountains with such steep, rocky crevices that were also often filled with a haze of fog. Yet, the wondrous beauty always shined through it’s colossal size and haze.

Now when I look at this pictures I am reminded that somewhere in my mountain there is also beauty. I pray that in time God will reveal it as He clears the fog and ceases the falling rocks.