The deck on the back of the house is always shaded in the early morning, the sun rising at my right. As it shines, the shadows shift.
The pole house my dad built when our one and only son was small receives the early morning sun. It leans precariously, the years taking a toll on it as the ground underneath gives in. Each year I wonder if it will fall over.
By evening the sun will have shifted and the deck will reflect the heat of a summer’s day. I will retreat to the shelter of a climate-controled house.
All day long the shadows change. The little woods stay dark in some places most of the time, the leaves of taller trees keeping the light from filtering in.
Life is like the shifting shadows. On any given day, the world seems bright and cheerful. Then one event can change everything. The shadow falls and we reel in confusion.
We wake to the new day and do not know what the afternoon will bring. And where do we go to find shelter?
The Psalmist asked such a question.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains — where does my help come from? — Psalm 121:1
Our prosperity will not save us. Friends and family may gather but they cannot change anything. In our own strength we falter, our resolve melting like wax.
Where do we go for help?
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. — Psalm 121:1, 2
The Maker of heaven and earth is our Helper. He watches over us. His loving eyes see us in our tribulation. He gives strength to the feeble, courage to the fearful, grace to the weak.
He does not shift like the shadows of our lives. He is steadfast and sure, a faithful God who is true to His word. He shines in our darkness because He is light.
He will not leave us in despair and hopelessness. He is Immanuel, God with us.
He is the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. And flowers still grow in His brightness.