I heard this verse quite a bit at our homeschool convention this weekend. Honestly, I don’t recall if it was ten times in one session, five times in two sessions or several times in three or more sessions. What matters is it stuck. In my soul. You know how that happens sometimes? You can’t escape it, but you can’t pinpoint the importance at the moment. So you tuck it neatly into your heart and mind and move on about your life.
And so I did.
While I believed the verse was freshly stowed for future use (the Lord has taught me that He will let me know when it’s time to come back to it), He had other plans.
Arriving home from the amazing, uplifting, deep, motivating, stirring homeschool conference I attended for about 3 days, I settled in with my family, grabbed a bite to eat, and began contemplating community day for the upcoming week and all that needed to be done to make things come together. How I missed the call, I’ll never know, but a text came through.
Right under the latest group text, “Lunch outside?” came an urgent message to pray. Through a series of texts, the message turned from urgent to tragic. Still not understanding exactly what the outcome had been, or truthfully not wanting to believe it, we headed to be there – whatever it was going to mean.
What we walked into was heartbreaking, and glorious all in one breath.
Four young ladies, with complete knowledge that their mother did not survive the accident, lay in ER hospital beds lifting their eyes to the hills.
Over and over again, I heard
“God is good. He is good.”
“He has a plan.”
Not knowing what we would be walking into upon arrival, our goal was to offer a hug, support, love, friendship, tears, or whatever we could give. But the blessing was ours to be had that evening.
Through the praise of children and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.
– Psalm 8:2
The avenger was silenced that evening. He thought he had fresh ground where he could destroy the faith and the direction of so many faithful servants of the Lord, but he was wrong. They praised the Lord, and He established a stronghold against the enemy.
Will they cry? have concerns? be afraid? be confused? Yes. Of course. Trust in the Lord is not the absence of emotion. But with eyes lifted to the hills, they are trusting the Lord to carry them through this trial that really has no other side.
The Lord gave me a message that weekend, and He gave me the immediate opportunity to watch it being lived out – in children. What a humbling and inspiring sight to behold.
Here is the entire passage. I pray it blesses you as it does me.
A song of ascents.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
Where do your eyes look?
The commentary on these verses is rich. Notice the interrogative question in verse 1? Using the form of a question creates the emphasis on the answer. “My help comes from the Lord.” Another fascinating point is that this is not looking up to the hills with frail hope, but “is expressive of boldness and confidence in prayer, and of hope and expectation of help and salvation.” (From Gill’s Exposition of the Bible)
Our expectation of help and salvation is here for us. We only have to lift our eyes.
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