ELOGOS for Wednesday

​Psalm 121: 1-2
I lift up my eyes to the hills— from where will my help come?
My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.
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I don't live in a place with hills. In fact, I would have to drive several hours to get to the part of the state that has enough hills that it is actually known as the Hill Country. But still, I know what it is to lift my eyes and plea for help. The act of lifting one's eyes to whatever might be helpful on the horizon is a natural act. We look up to scan the horizon line wherever it takes us. We ask ourselves the question "From where will my help come?" until it burst forth beyond a whispered sigh to a shout that shatters the silence. The answer stands in the glistening clearing. The One who made us from the primordial ooze of stars and earth colliding is not a billion light years removed from our weakened knees but standing with heart outstretched within the sound of our voice and our vision. 
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Oh, there you are, Lord. Have you been standing there the whole time? Amen.