I think I’ve always loved the mountains.
The cooler air, stunning views, the hike to the top.
But I’m not exactly sure when the mountains became a healing place…where I run, where I find the cleft in the rock to hide, where I meet Jesus.
When we were told to take a sabbatical from Mercy House this summer we didn’t think twice about where we would go. The mountains are always calling.
A few months ago, I committed to write a new book. It won’t come out for a long while, mostly because it hasn’t been written, but I spent months praying about what it would be about. I know exactly what it would be titled: You Were Meant To Move Mountains: Unleashing Your Faith in the Face of the Impossible.
It will be about what we’ve overcome and what we are facing and how God created us to climb. To keep climbing.
I was thinking about this book a lot while we rested in the mountains. Our souls were renewed, the empty places were filled. I cleared my head, postponed my to do list and I met Jesus there.
And honestly, I was stunned and wildly disappointed to return home ready to pick up where I left off only to discover an enormous mountain.
But mostly, I was disappointed in me. Because of course, there’s an impossible, unscalable, discouraging mountain looming in front of me. Why did I forget that God meets me in the mountains, on the difficult climbs, at the place when I’m most desperate for Him? That He proves Himself and is glorified by miraculously moving the mountains in our way?
“Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them.” Mark 11.23
I am thanking Him for the valley reprieve and I’m ready to climb. I’m willing to bet there’s a mountain or two in your way. Don’t quit. Keep believing. You were meant to move mountains.
Many of you read my urgent plea earlier this week and you answered our greatest need by becoming monthly donors or mountain movers. It’s so encouraging to remember I’m not alone on the mountain range. Thank you for believing in what God has called us to do–together.
An ancient proverb asks How do we move a mountain? One spoonful of dirt at a time.
I’ve got my spoons out and I’m ready to dig in.
As bluntly as I can put it, we need you to pick up a spoon too. We have precious women around the world–many in Kenya who are not working this month until we move the overstock of beautiful product they’ve created for us. It simply broke my heart to halt their hands and I’m aching to get them working again. The same time I was sending that hard email earlier this week, our 43rd miracle baby was being born in Kenya. Hope changes everything.
Friends, will you dig in and help us move this mountain?
Here are some ways we desperately need your help at Mercy House:
- Become an Earring of the Month Member-$12.99 a month-Get a handmade, super cute pair of earrings every month. This makes an amazing gift (there are gift subscriptions available). We have 100 openings. If we can fill these it will provide more jobs and create $3000 a month in profit for us to meet needs at Mercy House. Use code SUMMERFUN to get your first month free when you sign up for a 3 month, 6 month, or 12 month membership.
- Become a Bracelet of the Month Member-$14.99 a month-Get a handmade, trendy bracelet every month. The perfect recurring gift to yourself or someone in your life. If we can fill these openings it will provide more jobs and create $3000 a month in profit for us to meet needs at Mercy House. Use code SUMMERFUN to get your first month free when you sign up for a 3 month, 6 month, or 12 month membership. If you are already a member, will you share about it in your community?
- Shop our Summer Blowout Sale -Mark your calendars for August 6 where will be offering up to 40 flash sales–incredible prices on amazing items to help move our overstock so we can start buying again.
- Sign up to be a monthly partner at Mercy House Global–it gives you a tax break and makes you feel really good 🙂
Come on, friends. Let’s start digging!