I grew up expecting miracles. It was close to a daily occurrence. I would pray, and just because I asked, I expected that the order of the universe would change to fit my preference or my design. I never realized that it would have been more effective if I just changed myself and my expectations to fit the order of the universe. I would have been much more successful if I had just yielded to what would be.
I suppose that when I stand before the mountain, I can ask the mountain to change, to move just a little to the right so I can pass. Perhaps just make the slope a little easier for me to climb. Not let its rocks slide down on me. I haven’t found it works this way.
On the other hand, there are times the mountain does change. Not because I ask it to, but because I change how I approach it. I change, and so my encounter with the mountain changes. And that becomes reality.