“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”
~ Hebrews 11:1
Fifteen miles as the crow flies, out in front of our home, sits Mt. Adams, a 12,281 ft. high volcano in the Cascade Mountains of Washington State. It was the mountain that first drew us to this piece of land, and the day that we decided to stake our claim here, the mountain was out in all of its glory. I knew then, as I have every day since that I would never, ever take for granted this beautiful place in which live.
We built our home to maximize the view of the mountain, and almost without fail, when someone visits our home for the first time, they walk in, and if the sky is clear and the mountain in full view, their first words are something to the effect of “Wow! Look at that. Did you plan your house so that you could have that view?”
Ummm…Yes.
But for me, it is about so much more than a spectacular view. The mountain is a daily reminder of my daily need for faith.
You see, there are days when the mountain is shrouded in clouds, and not visible at all from morning till night.
On those days I have to remember, that even when I can’t see the mountain, the mountain is still there.
There are other days when the mountain is partly hidden behind the clouds that blow through our valley.
On those days I have to remember, that even when I can’t see all of the mountain, the mountain is still all there.
This past summer, with fires raging to both the north and south, it was hidden for days on end behind the terrible, suffocating smoke.
On those days I have to remember, that even when I can’t see the mountain, the mountain is still there.
Every day I am in need of faith. And at this particular time in our world, I am in need of it more than ever.
Faith in the creator, and in creation itself.
Faith in the triumph of love over fear, and good over evil.
Faith in humanity, and in myself.
Faith to keep going when I feel like giving up.
Faith to keep writing when the words don’t come easy.
Faith to show up as myself when tempted to hide behind my own wall.
Faith to speak up when it would be easier to stay silent.
Faith to keep putting my work out there when I’d rather play it safe.
While it may be true that faith can move a mountain, I’ve learned that a mountain can move me to have faith. Because even when I can’t see the mountain, I know that the mountain is still there.
