Yesterday I saw a picture of a mountain. It was rough and rocky terrain all the way up the mountain.
And I heard the voice of God say this – It had to be rocky so that you would have a place to brace your hands and feet.
I pictured in my mind what a smooth mountain would look like and how one would be able to climb it.
I wanted so badly for my life to go smoothly. It literally has always been rough and rocky.
I couldn’t have elevated myself without those bumps and hurdles. I wouldn’t have grown or learned.
I needed those rocks to determine my next step. I need those bumps to teach me how to climb.
I knew if I could ever get to the top of the mountain, or even a plateau on the side of the mountain, I would be able to see the most glorious sites. I knew if I made it above those rocks, I’d be able to see the bigger picture.
Isn’t that what it’s all about? Just to be able to look on the past and know that I learned all of those lessons, and got all of those bumps and bruises just from climbing what seemed like an insurmountable journey?
I’m not always grateful for the skinned knees and blisters on my hands, but once I get higher on my mountain, I can reach down and help others climb.
Reaching down to grab a hand will give meaning to the journey and help me to leave the dark valleys below.
Until next time – I am being MJ every day.