Moving a Mountain with Jesus

Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly a mountain, but it sure wouldn’t have moved without Jesus helping out.

Getting ready for our Friends and Family Tea includes lots of cleaning and furniture moving. This year I thought it would be a good idea to move the round oak dining table from the enclosed porch to the dining room for beverages.

Two bad weather days off from school were perfect for moving the furniture. I had my plan on what to move where, when, in order to get the table from the porch to the dining room. 

​Do you remember these puzzles? We used to get them as party favors or at the “five and dime” stores. That’s what moving furniture is like to me. 

I was on a roll, kinda. Dining chairs out? Check. Dining floor cleaned? Check. Path cleared through the living room? Check. It was time to move the biggest puzzle piece (the oak table) to its place in the middle (the dining room).

Unfortunately, I forgot two things. The table weighs at least a ton, and there’s about a three inch lip from the porch into the living room. 

Better make that three things. My knee is doing fabulous since full replacement last summer, but it can still only bend so far.

Too bad Maisie wasn’t filming my ridiculous antics, pushing, pulling, climbing over furniture. And it was all because my pride said I could move it all in my own strength.

I finally collapsed on the couch wondering how I was ever going to get the table unstuck from the porch doorway.  Dear Reader, have you gotten stuck lately? Do you think the Lord steps back, crosses His heavenly arms, and just shakes His head at us?

By the time the ice pack on my knee melted, I realized my biggest error. I hadn’t asked Jesus to help me. Well, dah!

And He did! A big task went from impossible to done, but only because I asked Jesus to help me move the “mountain” of furniture with me.

(In case you’re wondering, James had planned a unicorn theme for Gracie. The tower in the center is donut unicorn horn.)

Dear Reader, is there a “mountain” that you’re trying to move these days?  It’s easy to get caught up in pride and impatience, and trying to move it on our own, isn’t it?

I’m praying, Dear Reader, that you are wiser than me when it comes to inviting Jesus into the work at hand. Happy mountain climbing!