Look To The Hills

6/3/2026

Last week was very challenging for me. I was all set to move to another city. I drove three and a half hours to get there, only to find that the money orders I needed to pay my move-in fees had been lost or stolen.

Fear set in immediately as thoughts raced through my mind like a freight train, one after another.

What do I do? Where are my children going to sleep tonight? Should I have even moved? Is this a sign? Why did God allow this to happen?

I could go on and on.

It took me a while to process everything that was happening. However, I couldn't pray. I was angry and disappointed.

Looking at my children, who were watching their mom panic about not having a place to stay, and hearing my daughter say, "I want to go home," was breaking me.

I drove all the way back from where I came, defeated.

My stepsister took my children and me in, and through the anger and anguish, I was trying to find my way back to God.

I started to count my blessings. I have a place to stay. My children are healthy. We have food. And for that, I gave thanks to God.

I began reminding myself that God had already made a way for my children and me. The place He had for us was still there, and I could still move as planned. It had simply been delayed for a little while.

As I reflected on everything that had happened, I started to notice how fear, anger, and disappointment were making it difficult for me to see God in the midst of my circumstances.

But today, I heard these words in my spirit:

"Look to the hills."

I lift up my eyes to the mountains, where does my help come from? my help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

-Psalm 121:1-2

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