I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord , who made heaven and earth. Psalms 121:1-2 ESV
When life is tea and roses it seems plain that tomorrow will be the same or better. But when rose petals darken from early frost and tea cups fall to pieces our forecast changes.
Weakness, hospital stays and doctor visits clamor to fill up the calendar. On those days where is our hope? The psalmist says he looks out as far as his eyes can see to the hills. Beyond those lie uncharted new territory. When thongs that have been our farthest horizons are passed what then?
Then his questions echo back from the hills: – My help comes from the Lord! The God who created everything will still walk with us beyond our farthest horizons to the very ends of the earth!