“There’s No Mountain He Won’t Climb Up”

Reckless Love was one of the songs we sang in church on Sunday. We’ve sung it many times, and I’ve belted it out plenty singing along with Spotify. Something about it struck me differently this time though. 

There’s no shadow You won’t light up

Mountain You won’t climb up

Coming after me

There’s no wall You won’t kick down

Lie You won’t tear down

Coming after me.

It brought to mind a time when I was working on a mountainside, wondering if anything I was doing mattered at all. We were in Czech on a mission trip, making improvements to a retreat house for missionaries. It was some of the most difficult physical work I have ever done. I actually tossed out my jeans and workboots before heading home because they were shredded. Our arms and legs were scratched and bloodied from clearing out overgrown thorn bushes on this steep incline. 

It was near the end of our workday and I had come to the end of me. Exhausted physically and emotionally from the whole thing, I collapsed down to sit on a rock. For the first time I noticed the property below us on the mountain. It was a sheep farm.

I quickly grabbed for my phone. A friend of mine has a sweet spot for sheep, and I had been on a quest to get some pictures of sheep to send to her as we traveled. The only time I saw any to that point was on the road and I only ever got blurry-through-the-van-window photos.  

I stepped closer. They stepped closer. I stepped closer. They stepped closer. I stepped closer. They stepped closer. They let me take as many photos as I wanted. 

As they turned to walk back to their barn, they all lined up, head to tail, in a perfect row. One last pose for me to send back home.

God climbed a mountain for me that day. He met me there to let me know that even the simplest desire matters to Him. One weak woman hauling brush up a hillside matters to Him.

Your desires matter to Him, your work matters to Him, your struggles matter to Him. And He’ll go wherever He needs to prove it to you. In fact, He already has.  

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