• February 22, 2016 /  Uncategorized

    gray lockers

    There I sat in the middle of a host of grey lockers. My back pressed against the locker in the center of the horse-shoe shaped  room.
    I looked weary and tired.
    I remember I did not want to open any of those lockers though there was a key laying in the middle of the uncarpeted floor.
    I knew that key would give me access to each of those lockers.
    That one key had the power to unlock every one of them.
    I also knew that all of those lockers were stuffed full, full, full…and not in an organized manner…but inside each one was a mess.
    If I dared to I opened any of those shiny, grey lockers the contents would surely spill out onto the floor. I swallowed back the fear that I would be forced by necessity to open them all at once.
    That was a terrifying thought.
    The idea of delving into one locker was scary. But opening them all at once and having the contents flow from each locker simultaneously …now that was down-right horrifying.
    So I just sat.
    Although I knew the room was horse-shoe shaped and that there was a doorway of escape I felt very much that I was circled in and would never, ever be able to leave.
    So I sat some more.
    At one point Jesus appeared and He took His place sitting down on the floor right next to me. He never said a word. I don’t think He even looked at me.
    Nor I at Him. But He was there. And He was sitting.
    And we sat in silence contemplating those lockers.

    I smiled today when I remembered that vision as I was reading over Psalm 121. “Wow,” I thought. “Must be grey lockers are my modern-day mountains.”
    I WILL LIFT UP MY EYES TO THE MOUNTAINS; FROM WHERE SHALL MY HELP COME FROM? MY HELP COMES FROM THE LORD, MAKER OF HEAVEN AND EARTH. Psalm 121: 1+2

    It happens all the time.
    I look up at the mountains and I am overwhelmed.
    How in the world am I supposed to climb that?
    I am never gonna make it over, or under, or around or through.
    That mountain is insurmountable. It’s too big, too scary, too wide, and too dark.
    I need help. Lots of help. H E L P.
    Where will my help come from?
    Oh yeah, it comes from the Lord, the One who made the heavens and the earth. That means that He made all the things on the earth.
    Including the mountains.
    And He knows how to climb them, or dig a tunnel under them.
    He knows the path around them.
    He knows the secret passage through.
    And He knows how to tell that mountain to “Get up and be cast into the sea!”
    So that a mountain is no problem at all.

    Lord, help me to remember today that every mountain I face, every stuffed full locker staring me down, can be overcome with Your help. Mountains are part of life and they are not to be feared. Grant me the spirit of aged Caleb as he spoke out loud at 85 years old, “Give me that mountain!”

     

    Posted by kimbwaterman @ 6:38 pm

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