Time was well overdue to remove the molehills that popped up in our front yard nestling up against the curb. The desire to spruce up our flower beds before spring was now joined with increased pressure to rescue my early blooming crocuses now completely smothered in mole mania. This pesky mole burrowing upward caused the crocuses delicate foliage to croak under the mountain of fresh tillage.
Rather hating to admit it, I was ever so slightly admiring this particular mole’s astute sense of focus. Managing to erupt orderly mounts in unerring rows while tunneling through our sod. Somehow he was able to keenly and systematically dot neighboring property with the same impeccable streamline mastery. Though I marveled that he was a gentleman of order, the mounding piles of dirt were still a blight on our lawn. It had been suggested by a friend that this was the work of more then one mole; if this was indeed the case, their impressive team work scores a virtuoso 10. Whatever the scenario, it was nothing short of a stellar performance. Earlier, I momentarily reveled in their beauty when the heaps of soil were graced with a light dusting of snow. These works of art resembled a miniature Rocky Mountain Range along our curb. Finding this to be a rare occasion to acceptably make a snow covered mountain out of a molehill.
Shortly after removing the mounts of dirt it seemed to my joy and relief they had blazed a trail off into the sunset. As you can tell by what you have read already, I’m nowhere near being mole savvy. By far, I lack the full knowledge of what these little critters are capable of doing. Let’s just say I greatly underestimated my opponent, this startling truth became painfully evident as I gazed upon my recent edged and weeded walkway. Gasping at what my eyes were beholding… a fresh knoll of dirt burying my crocuses yet again!
Highly disappointed that my one little patch of orderliness was no longer in order, wrestling an all to familiar lie that tidiness should magically stay tidy,well for at least 24 hours, right ?. And when you cross it off your to do list it should stay done. By now you would think that my twenty one years of being a stay at home, raising and homeschooling our two boys, would have debunked this elephant size fib. Surely, I should have gotten that all too important memo. Truth is, in my heart of hearts. I know the 411. Life is messy and your 100% guaranteed “do overs” are things like dishes, laundry and other assortment of daily chores.
A confessing slow learner by nature, regretfully being revealed yet again by my increased anxiety over this disheveled patch of a nearly perfect garden utopia. When such emotional intensity flies into my radar it warrants further examination as to why I’m experiencing the growing tension.
Recently, I decided to discuss this dilemma with my dear friend Kelli over lunch. She patiently listened as I dined away on my firecracker chicken. Hoping to grasp the truth of my underlying issue far better than my novice maneuvering of chopsticks. My spirit was hopeful because when we seek God we find Him and the truth is revealed, as Kelli and I continued our conversation we were grateful for His faithfulness. Without a doubt I’m sure He was perfectly content and thoroughly delighted to mingle in our laughter, tickled as we pondered Him, and was not distressed one bit at my raw emotions. So grateful for God given gift of authentic, deep spirited friendships. At that moment I caught a glorious revelation exposed; it was necessary to pull back further from my “tunnel vision” fitting for a mole. Once again, God spoke His truth over a well worn path of misconceptions.
Like the moles reappearance so had the flair up my of irksome Achilles heels… one heel throbbing need for perfection the other aching with the distortion of destination rather than journey mentality. So rapid to appear, stirring up my spirit to become disquieted, my thoughts distorted and routed for dissatisfaction instead of paths of peace that surpass all understanding. All because I chose to make mountains out of meager molehills.
I love what Zechariah 4:7 says
“For who are you, O great mountain [of human obstacles]? Before Zerubbabel you shall become a plain [a mere [a]molehill]! And he shall bring forth the finishing gable stone [of the new temple] with loud shouting of the people, crying, Grace, grace to it!
God makes a molehill out of our mountains. Oh, how I long to trust Him with mine.
Verse 6 chpt. 4 Zechariah says how we can achieve this:
“Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit [of Whom the oil is a symbol], says the Lord of hosts.”
So, until I get the problematic mole(s) eradicated for good, I will choose to let those mounts of earth remind me that God’s turning my mountains of troubles into mere molehills while saying His grace is sufficient. This comforts my heart that I’m loved without performing or arriving, but simply being His daughter… the same holds true for everyone.
Do you have a looming mountain of human obstacles in your way? May we move forward in God’s power and might declaring His promise together saying … So big mountain,who do you think you are ? you’re nothing but a molehill!.