My posts come from my personal daily scripture readings and a part of my personal accountability. If we are going to grow as followers of Christ, we must be in the Word! If you miss these a few days, something has kept me from it; but if they're gone for too many days, call me on the carpet. We need to hold one another accountable. I follow the readings and journaling from lifejournal.me. Join me on this journey as our lives are to Reflect the Image-and Jesus IS the image. Peace, Carla Sunberg
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come?
(Psalms 121:1 NASB)
My help comes from the LORD, Who made heaven and earth.
(Psalms 121:2 NASB)
Psalm 121 is one of my favorite. It has great words and a message
of hope to all of us who need it. However, that's not the reason it's
one of my favorites. As a child, I rarely saw my grandparents, because
we lived on two different continents. It's a strange thing when you
only see your grandparents once every four years of your life and yet,
there was something special that I remembered about my grandfather.
This man had an incredible personal relationship with God. Even as a
child, I had that figured out. Whenever we visited their home we would
have to stop and have devotions several times a day. I was convinced
that Grandpa had the whole Bible memorized for he could quote long
passages. This, I believe, was one of his favorites and so as I read it
today, I could hear Grandpa Johnson's voice speaking the words, (only
in the KJV)... "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence
cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and
Why did this make such a profound impact on me? Because I knew
that my grandparents had very little in terms of material wealth. They
struggled through fifty years of ministry in little churches in the
State of Nebraska. Grandpa built many church buildings with his own two
hands, even making the blocks himself. They had a daughter with Down's
Syndrome who never learned to talk or even to feed herself, and yet
they lovingly cared for her day in and day out. Somehow when Grandpa
spoke these words from this Psalm, I knew they were real because he knew
where his help came from. His help for his daily life came from the
Lord in heaven whom he had come to know and love throughout his life. I
used to think that when Grandpa prayed that he plugged straight into
heaven. It didn't matter that the rest of us were there, we were simply
an audience where two, Grandpa and Jesus, were having an intimate
I thank you Grandpa, for passing on your faith. Thank you for
teaching me that each and every day my help comes from the one above.
Lord, may I live this day with my eyes on You and the help that comes from You alone! Amen.