Look out at those hills and mountains. They are strong, beautiful, and tall but they cannot protect you.

Look at the hills again. Even if trouble should invade, come sneaking, thundering over the hills, God will help you.

Even if we start to feel over the hill – Still God is our help – especially then.

We each have our own stories wherein we feel small and afraid and helpless. Then there is the BIG STORY, of what God is doing, in which we are truly small, yet loved, protected, cherished, and invited in to participate with whatever small barley loaves and sardines we can offer.

I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.