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Climbing Mountains

We spend our whole lives
       
          climbing mountains

If it's not one mountain, it's another

We're always climbing

     And it's good

What would life look like

if we became content

          with the climb

if the climb became normal

if the climb became life giving

I've always wanted to climb a mountain. I was never much of an outdoors person as a kid, but something about mountain climbers--the ones who reached the tops of Everest or Kilimanjaro--seemed so cool! To go against gravity in such a way that made your lungs weaken during ascension. To rise above the clouds--closer to heaven to ever before.

What I love about mountains

          is that

I am but a speck

I disappear in the grandeur of something so much bigger

          than myself

Mountains humble. Egos crumble. In bumper sticker-Christianity, people like to talk so brazenly about God moving mountains for them...for us--about God disrupting God's nature for lil ole you and me. It has it's time and place, yes, but there's something about holding ourselves--our problems, our pains, our heartaches--next to the grandeur and splendor of something so inexplicably magnificent!

Lately, I've been dreaming about mountains--about climbing--about how the climbing never ceases. And instead of being disgruntled about that reality, I thank God for stamina, knowing I shouldn't be here...be alive...after everything I've been through. I thank God for the climb. The climb means I'm still here. I thank God for patience and peace during the climb. When I daydream about mountains, I imagine reaching the top someday, only to descend into the next valley in preparation for the next climb. This is life. We can't linger at the top of one mountain forever. There are so many more to climb--so much life to live--so many possibilities to explore!

We spend our whole lives
       
          climbing mountains

I am but a speck

          on the grandeur of something

so much bigger

     than me
Mt. Shasta, California
October 2014

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