Speaking to the mountain
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny. Keith Getty & Stewart Townend
Read Mark 11:22—26
I come to the end of the day. Is there any mountain that rears up before me? That will block my path to sleep? That overwhelms? That I can only pretend is not there by not facing it honestly? Is there some person I resent? Someone I cannot forgive? For all the best reasons I cannot release them from the depths of what they have done. Is it them? Is it me? Is it a small thing that has blown out to mountain size? Or was it always abusively big? However big the mountain, it does not exceed the capacity of the work of Jesus Christ.
Prayer
Dear God, Lord of heaven and earth, you are my dear Father. You have given me into the care of your Son. You have trusted me to him. You have flooded me with his Spirit. He has overcome the depths of evil within me and around me. He has borne responsibility for human sin and abuse. I need to be released from holding onto my own hurts, my fears and my resentments. I need to be released to trust him alone to shoulder all the responsibility for the evil others have inflicted on me. These are mountainous. I place my trust in Christ alone, and pray that I may walk in the liberty of the children of God.