Mountains

We often head to the mountains.

This year’s sighting of our first mountain brought to mind a funny story. My daughter’s 5-year-old son had been asked at school to list all he was thankful for in life. The teacher reading his thankfulness was quick to notice the absence of an important figure. She prompted him with the “mmm” sound to add one more. After great thought, he added “mountains” to his list.

This hurt his little momma’s feelings.

A lot had made the list.  Mountains made the list.

But, not Momma.

With little time for fun and getting off-schedule when operating a home, mommas can sure feel like the bad guy.  With little time for rollicking and frolicking, mommas can get zero recognition for this full-time job.  Mommas just aren’t typically the fun parent.

This momma fears her responsibility, organization and structure disguises her as a fuddy-duddy.

But that doesn’t fool any grown adult.  This little momma has a hidden superpower.

It’s called faith.

You want to know what faith can move?

Mmm.

Mountains.

Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it would move.  Nothing would be impossible.”

Mommas have little time for molehills.

They’re doing the impossible.

Moving mountains.

Read: Matthew 17:20; Mark 11:23