“Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains; for the Lord hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted.” Isaiah 49:13
Recently when I was distressed my husband read Psalm 121 aloud to me. Its comforting words bathed my soul. “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help…” The very next morning I lifted my eyes to the beautiful mountain not far from our home. How I wished a convoy of helpers would ride off that mountain and into our town. I imagined them putting my house in order, washing windows, finishing the quilt in the frame, and sewing me a few new dresses all before garden planting time! Now wouldn’t that make me sing! Help is a wonderful thing.
Very soon—even now—the earth and mountains will be singing of spring. The heavens will be joyful with sunshine. But what do I do on these rainy, foggy days, when even if I lift my eyes to the hills I can’t see them? Or what about sleepless nights when I sit wrapped in a blanket on my front porch, peering into the darkness, but unable to see my mountain? Where is my help when I can’t see the hills? Well, it still comes from God. (And thankfully for the people in Ohio and Kansas and other such places we don’t need to look to the hills for help.)
When I can see it, and when I cannot, “my” nearby mountain often “breaks forth into singing” for me. I am shown mercy and comfort from the Lord. Then I can sing with the heavens and be joyful with the earth.