Ever-Present Help

I saw a post on Facebook this morning that read, “Introduce your mountain to your God.” Sometimes our mountains are big, and sometimes they are not. I am convinced, however, that the size of our mountains don’t matter to our Father, who is majestically seated on high with the power to see and know all. He did say in Mark 11:23, “Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them.”

What is a mountain to the Creator? What is our trouble to the King?

No matter how big or small we may think our troubles are, He is always an ever present help. Psalm 46:1 says so. “God is our strength and refuge, and an ever-present help in trouble.”

Yesterday, I had trouble (a tiny mountain). Was I in danger? No. Was I uncomfortable? Yes.

Here’s the story. I was at 7-Eleven in Austin driving the school’s work truck. I stopped for gas, and when I was done pumping, I wanted to go inside for this big brookie (a brownie and cookie combo that is soooo good). I needed some cash back, so I decided to go for it. Well, I went for it without the key to the truck that I had just locked. The window was rolled down about three inches, so I felt there was some hope for a quick fix. My arm was just a tad too big for that. I peered in the window to find that my phone was on the seat, so I couldn’t call anyone. There was nothing on the ground or in the back of the truck that was long enough to go through the window and pull the handle. I was stuck.

I was feeling a little panicked as I was not in the safest part of Austin. I knew my only hope was to ask the Lord for help. I stood there by the gas pump and quietly prayed in Jesus’ name. I looked around thinking I may have an immediate, miraculous answer. Nope. No answer yet. To make things worse, I had to use the restroom because I had been holding it until I got back to school. I was forced to go inside to use the 7-Eleven bathroom. It was nasty! I asked the Lord how all of that could be happening when all I wanted was a brookie. I feel silly even typing this now because it was really such a tiny thing, but at the time, it was huge!

I escaped the decrepit restroom and surfed every single isle of that little convenience store. I was sure there had to be something I could buy that would fit through the window to open that door. After three rounds of searching up and down, I knew I was going to have to actually ask a human being for help. I’m not a fan of that. Pride…I know. Jesus is helping me.

I saw a man with a USPS badge on, so I decided he was my best shot at getting help. He had to pass a background check if he works at the Post Office, right? Hugo was his name. Hugo had a fishing pole in the back of his car, but it was not strong enough to get the job done. Right as he was about to go back to his car, an old beat up white truck (even older and more beat up than the work truck I was driving) pulls up to the pump behind us. Out jumps a lady. She has most of her hair shaved except for a small piece of ponytail at the top, which is blue and purple. She called out, “Hey! Y’all need a hanger?” I excitedly accepted the offer. As I got closer, I discovered that she didn’t have any teeth. She kindly gave me two wire hangers to use. Within 30 seconds, Hugo had the door open! I was so relieved. I finished thanking Hugo as the woman came out of the store, and I went over to thank her. Her words blew my mind.

She said she had those hangers in her truck for the longest time and that she hated them because they were always getting tangled up. Even though she hated them, she said she went to throw them away several times, but just never could. Then she said, “God knew somebody would need those hangers.”

Could He have really had her keep those hangers there so He could answer my prayer and be an ever-present help in my time of trouble? YES!

Now, I wasn’t in any real danger, and I could have easily called a locksmith and paid to have the door open. Like I said before–tiny mountain. BUT, I didn’t want to spend any money for that because I have a thousand other ways I could use that $40. God heard my quiet prayer.

He pays attention to our mountains, and He hears our prayers–all of them. He grew my faith yesterday and showed me that He sends answers to our prayers in packages that we could never expect.

I KNOW in my innermost being that MY GOD sent that kind woman with the blue and purple hair and no teeth to that 7-Eleven with those hangers. I read in Hebrews this morning to get my confirmation:

Hebrews 1:13-14But to which of the angels has He ever said: ‘Sit at My right hand, Till I make Your enemies Your footstool’? Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister for those who will inherit salvation?”

He sent the angels–the ministering spirits–on that mission as soon as I called. I am so grateful that He loves me enough to care about my mountains whether they are tiny or ginormous. He truly is an ever-present help in trouble. I pray that you introduce all of your mountains to your God today and every day. Call on Him in your trouble so that He can be your ever-present help!

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