The Impossible Mountain

For some reason, God answers my prayers.  For years I knew I needed to write

down His answers to prayer, because they bring glory to Him.  Ten years ago,

my daughter suggested that I share them on a blog.  I said I would never do a

blog.  I didn’t even know what a blog was, but I knew it had to do with

technology that I had never learned.

I was born long, long ago—at home.  The doctor was on his way, but I arrived

before he did.  That farm home on the Minnesota prairie had no electricity and

no indoor plumbing.  I’m old–this is why I didn’t know what a blog was and

wouldn’t have known where to start.

Then God gave me this dream:  It was summer and I was driving a bus

with passengers through hilly countryside.  The road was one lane only, no

oncoming lane, and no passing lane.  The road curved left and then had a 90

degree turn to the right.  It was difficult to navigate the sharp turn, but I did

it.

Once around the turn, I caught my breath at what was ahead.  The road went

straight up a steep mountain which looked impossible to climb.   I couldn’t go

back, so I shifted into low and tried to make the bus go up that steep hill.  The

bus went slower and slower until it stopped.  It was too steep–I couldn’t do it!

I carefully backed down, and even backed around the sharp corner, because

going forward was impossible.  Then a big truck came up behind me.  Since it

couldn’t get past me, I got out to tell the truck driver my dilemma.  He was

friendly and told me to go ahead again, and he would help me get up the hill.  I

didn’t question how he would do that, but I believed him, and something about

him gave me total peace!

Suddenly, it was winter and the truck driver and I were standing in 18 inches of

snow on a curb, above the road.  The people in the bus were waiting, so I

stepped off the curb to return to the bus.  I stepped down into what looked like

snow, but under the snow was water.  The water was too deep for me to walk,

but, again, I had total peace because the truck driver was there!   I don’t know

why there was a curb there or why suddenly it was winter, but this was the

dream.

After I awoke, I realized the truck driver was God.  He was telling me that the

water was too deep and the hill too steep, but that He would help me share His

answers to prayer.  Where it is too difficult for me, He said that He would do it.

“Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit, says the Lord Almighty.”

(Zechariah 4:6)

The people on the bus were waiting to hear how to get their prayers answered,

but first of all, I needed to make a sharp turn to the right.  I had to be willing to

write it as a blog—one answer to prayer a week, and He would help me.

Shortly after the dream, I received an email invitation to join Tribe Writers.  In

an eight-week class I would learn to set up a website and do blogging.  With

God’s help we have climbed the impossible mountain.  We didn’t do it in eight

weeks—it took twelve weeks, but the website is active, and God’s answers

are being shared.  TO GOD BE THE GLORY!