Mountaintops. I’m on one right now. Not a real mountaintop although I love the mountains. A spiritual and emotional mountaintop. We all experience them. At least I hope you have. They’re wonderful. The views you get of God are beyond description. The emotions? Joyful doesn’t even come close to describing them. So why is it so hard to stay there. Why doesn’t God just keep us there. Part of it is me. My emotions come and go. They’re undependable. They’re fickle. But I don’t think it’s just me. I don’t think God wants us to stay there. You see, there’s always another mountaintop off in the distance. One that’s higher and even more majestic than the one I’m on now. In order to get to that next mountaintop I’ll have to go through the valley in between. Sometimes those valleys are beautiful and lush with life and rest. Sometimes they’re dry and barren. I hate to admit it but too often the valleys I’ve went through have been of the dry and barren variety. I think I’ve come to realize that whether they are lush or barren is mostly up to me. It’s my choice how I respond to the valley. Do I plod through the valley letting my walk with my Dad dry up. Do I continue my walk with Him but do so grudgingly. Or do I continue to delight in a God who loves me so much He was willing to go to the cross for me. Oh, sometimes there are things we fear in the valleys. Sometimes the mountaintop we were just on casts dark shadows in the valleys and make it difficult to see that next mountaintop.
I know that next valley is coming. But I think I’m looking forward to it this time. I know that my Father will hold onto my hand. It’s up to me to keep ahold of His.
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