"I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help
come from?" (Psalm 121:1)
Christian Friend, we are on a journey! We are pilgrims in this world. There is in an eternity to be considered/to be reached. In the words of the old song by Albert Brumley:
This world is not my home I'm just a-passin' through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue;
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Our pilgrimage began the very moment that we came to faith in Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour of our souls. We were invited by Him on a journey, the ultimate destination: Heaven!
As we continue with this end destination in view, setting our “minds on things above, and not on things below” (Colossians 3:2), we know the journey to our heavenly home is not an easy one; certainly not the proverbial bed of roses. Around every corner there are dangers lurking in the shadows.
There are things that hinder and the sin that so easily entangles (Hebrews 12:1); problems that crop up in our families, or in our business that cause us worries and sleepless nights; there are physical issues like sickness, or frailty, and loss and the list goes on.
Even though we know there are joys that await us when we have gone the last mile of the road, we lift up our eyes, all be they tear-filled at times, and we may well pose the question – “Where does my help come from?”
Then, the reply is heard, loudly and clearly:
“My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth” (Psalm 121:2)
This great big God, who stood on the edge of blackness, emptiness, nothingness and through a mere utterance from His lips, spoke the universe into existence; who said “let there be” (Genesis 1) and there was, who hung the world in place and flung the stars in space - He is the One from Whom our Help comes.
Friend, where are you placing your trust today? May it be in the One of Whom the Psalmist writes:“Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.” (Psalm 20:7)
PRAYER:
Lord the road, the journey is long,
The burden weighing me down.
My trust will be misplaced in the arm of flesh;
Help can be found in You alone.