The Mountain of Fear: Moving from Darkness to Light with Jesus

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Lord, did we not come here before?

I remember this place… but why are we here? It's been years since we came this way. I thought I would never have to be here again.

“What do you see?” He asked me.

“I see the tall mountain,” I answered.

“What else?” He asked.

“It’s further than I remembered. It seems taller than the last time we were here—years ago. Are we in the same spot?”

“Yes,” He said. “This is where we stood before.”

I wondered why we had come this way again.

“This mountain is further back, which is true, but there is something else significant. Do you perceive it?” He asked.

I said, “Yes… it blocks the light at the horizon. Though the light shines through, it still acts as a blockade to the fullness of the light.”

Confronting the Mountain That Held Me Back

At that moment, I remembered how dark it once was in this spot. I could see the surroundings better than before, but being here brought back memories I wanted to put behind me.

Why were we here? I still wondered.

I hated this mountain. Why was it important to come back to this spot?

Suddenly, I could remember all the feelings I thought were once lost. It crippled me. It was as if I was alone again—even with Him standing next to me. The mood shifted. So did my countenance. I felt like that girl again—parts of me stirred with an eerie feeling. I wanted to run from this place immediately. That mountain did something to me, and being here brought back thoughts and feelings I thought were gone.

In a split second, I felt myself changing in this environment. I couldn’t even look at the mountain. My head was downcast.

But He stood there—silent, just looking forward.

I waited for Him to break the silence. He hadn’t said anything since my last statement about the light.

The Silent Struggle Before the Breakthrough

Tears rolled down my face.

I wondered, why would He put me in front of an old adversary that held me back and kept me stuck?

I watched as each tear fell to the ground, crashing on leaves and broken figs. Some ran down my cheek to my neck. No longer able to hold it in, my snickers and sniffles broke through the silence. I almost forgot He was there—until a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

“I’m here.”

I looked up, distressed, and asked, “Why are we here?”

Almost simultaneously, as I finished my question, He said:

“Let’s go.”

With a sigh of relief, I turned to pivot back toward the way we came. His hand, still on my shoulder, guided me.

“Not that way,” He said.

Looking up at Him, He nodded forward.

My face was perplexed and nervous.

“How will we ge—”

Before I could finish my sentence, He said,

“Don’t worry. Let go and trust Me.”

Walking Toward Fear with Jesus

My heart began racing. My insides shook.

As He stepped forward, I had to follow.

With each step, my mind was racing—how would we get past this huge mountain blocking us?

The closer we got, the darker it became. My tears poured out even more.

He stayed firm—stoic even.

He never took His gaze off the mountain before us, guiding me steadily with His hand.

I looked up a few times, but mostly, my head stayed down on this short journey.

Before I knew it, the mountain was so close to my face that I became hysterical. I felt myself begin to panic. It was darker than before.

This was just like last time, I thought.

“Why?” I exclaimed. “Why would You bring me here? You made me do this last time and now this feels worse!”

The Name of the Mountain

He asked,

“What is the name of this mountain?”

I shook my head left to right, tears flowing.

I couldn’t utter the name—because to name it would be to admit it was in front of me.

He looked at me with so much love in His eyes—stern, but not forceful.

“What is the name of what is before you?” He asked again.

I looked at Him, slowing my breath, trying to gather the words.

Very softly, I said, “F-f-fear.”

“What is it?”

I said more clearly, “Fear.”

Then with gentleness, He raised my head by the chin and said,

“Okay. It's time to get to the other side—for good this time.”

Learning to Speak with Faith

My eyes widened.

How were we going to do that?

Without a word leaving my lips, He looked at me with a smile and said,

“Simply by telling it to. Now… go ahead and move this mountain.”

I was speechless.

This mountain had been in my way for so long.

How was I going to move it?

I was crippled by the idea of the task. I stayed quiet.

Still looking at me, He said,

“All you have to do is believe. I am here with you.”

I asked,

“How will I make it move?”

“With power and conviction, tell it to move and throw itself into the sea. Just have faith.”

When Faith Confronts Fear

I couldn’t believe what He was asking me to do.

I was so afraid.

But standing next to Him, I could feel His calmness and authority.

He seemed unphased by the huge monstrosity before us.

He was locked into me—His only concern in that moment was me.

I closed my eyes, looked down, and said with a low voice,

“Mountain, move. Throw yourself in the sea.”

I opened my eyes.

He was still looking at me.

“Did you believe and have faith it would?” He asked.

“No,” I said.

I so badly wanted this exercise to be over.

“Why can't You just do it?” I exclaimed.

He smiled.

“I did. I've moved many mountains. And because you have Me, you can too.

I need you to know you can do it—with Me by your side. I believe you can do it.”

The Breakthrough: Moving the Mountain

I cried out loud,

“It's too big. It's been here too long. And I'm afraid.”

I had every excuse to justify my inferiority to fear.

I hated it—but my body felt the same as my mind.

Once again, He said,

“Just believe.”

So I closed my eyes again.

He said,

“Open them. Look at fear before you… and speak.”

I yelled out,

“MOUNTAIN, MOVE AND GO THROW YOURSELF IN THE SEA!”

It was still there.

I heard,

“Again.”

“MOUNTAIN, MOVE AND GO THROW YOURSELF IN THE SEA!”

I repeated.

“MOUNTAIN, MOVE AND GO THROW YOURSELF IN THE SEA!”

I clenched His hand and got angry.

With conviction, I shouted:

“MOUNTAIN, MOVE AND GO THROW YOURSELF IN THE SEA—IN JESUS’ NAME!”

Suddenly, I heard a loud shake and crash—and the abundance of light shining on our faces.

My heart was racing—both tears and light now on my cheeks.

I was lost for words.

The mountain had drowned itself in the sea before us.

I was no longer blocked.

Jesus, the One Who Believed in Me

Jesus was grinning ear to ear—so happy for me.

He saw the amazement on my face and asked me,

“What did it do for you? What helped you believe?”

I said,

“You. Your hands. Your name. Your presence. Knowing You were here strengthened me.

You told me You’d done it before—so I knew it could be done.

You are the reason this mountain stands no more.”

He continued to smile and gave me the biggest hug I never knew I needed.

My shoulders dropped. My defenses lowered.

I felt so much love surround me in that moment.

Darkness fled—and light flew in.

I was FREE INDEED.

Walking Into Freedom and Light

After our hug—which felt like a lifetime—He told me,

“Go on.”

“Where?” I asked.

“Ahead.”

What was before me stretched far.

I hadn’t known what was behind the mountain was so vast and beautiful.

There were trees. The water sparkled.

I ran and leaped at the beauty—laughing, forgetting the tears I cried earlier.

I felt joy that consumed me.

Jesus opened a way for me to live freely.

As I frolicked, arms wide, I ran back to Him.

“Thank You for believing in me. I never thought—You being so perfect—had faith in me.

You empowered me. Your love has set me free. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.”

Jesus said,

“I will always love you—with an everlasting love.”

I ran to embrace Him again.

I was now ready to move forward and leave all that was behind me.

And before me… was light

I could almost hear the whisper of God’s voice from the heavens saying,

“Let there be light.”

Realizing He was calling forth Jesus the light giver.

What mountain stands before you?

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