I read a book when I was a teenager that was like the chick version of Pilgrim’s Progress. I loved it, and the images the words brought to life have stuck with me even though it has been years since I have read them.
Today, I climbed Mt Gillen, the base is a few minutes drive from our home. Ben has done it a few times with some friends before, but I’m always reluctant to go with a crowd as I know I’ll be the one that slows the progress. I enjoy the walk, and somewhat the climb, but maybe I’m just a tad, no ok, quite scared of falling, slipping, getting stuck somewhere and not being able to get down. So I have declined before. But today there were no excuses. Mum and Dad generously babysat the children, and Ben and I began our ascent.
There is only one part that you could really call ‘mountain climbing’ and for those of you that are regular climbers, or adventure junkies you would find me quite amusing saying that I’m excited to have reached the summit. (I was more worried about how I was going to get down). The last leg is the hardest, which brings me to what I really want to share about here.
We all face mountains in our journey on this earth. Some of us, say to that mountain ‘move’ and it does and you continue on your journey. Others of us, reach the hard part of the climb and shy away and head off on a different path, trying our best to go around the mountain. Still others of us, (myself at times included), begin the ascent and find ourselves ok until we look down or back and then freeze in fear as we see how far we have to fall if we slip (this most possibly was me for a moment on my way up the mountain today 🙂 ). We have three choices here. 1. We can stay where we’re at and wait for the birds of prey to come and find us.2. We can go back down and find another way (possibly harder than the first way we try). Or 3. we can pull ourselves together and make ourselves continue up. Scary, but the elation when you reach the summit is wonderful, made even greater by the scariness of the climb. You didn’t let it defeat you.
The book I mentioned before is based on the verse in Psalms 33:18:
He makes my feet like the feet of deer, And sets me on my high places.
We can try to climb on our own and the going will be tough. We will have to try to find the right path and make it through the ascent alone. Or, we can choose to walk with someone who has walked the path before, who knows The Way, who gives out His hand when it’s time to climb straight up and reach the high places, Someone who encourages us to continue on when we feel like we can’t make it. Someone who not only barracks for us but has walked this very journey before and knows the mountains we’re facing of betrayal, of hurt, of pain, of generational curses etc… Jesus says ‘I am the Way, the Truth and the Life’. He is also the guide and friend we all need on this mountainous journey we all walk. He may not always move the mountain aside, but he is there to guide us over. If we’ll let him. A friend of mine recently shared:
a lie I believed for so long was that I was alone. I knew it in my head to be wrong but I was blinded.
In the book, Hinds Feet on High Places, sometimes the girl’s companion was Sorrow, and Suffering, but these were not companions called to stay. When she embraced these companions they took her closer to the summit where she received her prize of having feet like a deer where she could reach the high places. Today, I climbed in the natural, but I was very aware of the mountains that God has been dealing with me in the spiritual and emotional. Are you facing any mountains today? I pray you are highly aware of the hand of our Jesus to navigate you to be ‘above the circumstances’ instead of ‘under’.