CCM: What convinced you that this was a door you should walk through?
JV: Greg sent me a batch of songs to listen to. One song in particular, called “God Who Moves The Mountains,” stuck with me. I listened to it all day. Around 2:30 a.m. that night, my youngest son, Soren, started yelling, “Mommy! Mommy!”
Because I had to wake up so early for radio for six years, usually my boys called for “Daddy” in the middle of the night. So I started being able to sleep when they called for us in the middle of the night because I trusted Nic would get up. But randomly that night, my son started screaming, “Mommy, mommy!”—I get goosebumps thinking about it—and even though for six years I’ve been able to sleep through it, I woke up. I went up the stairs to see what he needed, and Soren said, “Mom, I had two bad dreams. In the first one two cars were speeding really fast and they hit each other.” I said, “Oh, baby boy, I’m so sorry. But that didn’t happen so don’t worry. What was your other dream?” He said, “That Satan was trying to take over the world.” I thought, Wow, that’s pretty intense for a seven-year-old. But I looked at him and said, “Let me tell you a little secret. Satan is trying to take over the world. But do you love Jesus?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “Does Jesus live in your heart?” He said, “Yes.” And I said, “Then you never have to be scared, because you know the God who moves mountains.”
My mind went back to that song. I ran to my room, brought my phone to my son, and started playing the song for him in his room. Nobody was looking. It wasn’t weird. It was just the two of us, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes and raise my hands. After the first chorus, I opened my eyes and looked at my son—his eyes were closed, tears were coming down his face, and I kid you not, you could feel the presence of God in his room. I wasn’t raising my hands for a show, or because my son was crying, it was just the sheer presence of God in the room. I asked Soren, “Do you believe that God can move this mountain?” He said, “Yes.” And I said, “Yes. He can. He will. He has.” For a little boy, a bad dream is a mountain. Our mountains seem so much bigger, but a mountain is a mountain. Since that night, my son hasn’t woken up with another nightmare.
For six years, I haven’t woken up when my sons yell in the middle of the night. But this time I woke up, because God wanted to tell me what He wanted me to do. Even though I prayed that prayer, I was still unsure as to whether I could do it. But God spoke to me through my son who truly believes that God moves mountains.
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