I have just returned
from spending three days
on the top of a mountain
in Vermont
face to face with my God
while being held
in the arms of His people
while climbing up this mountain
I understood in a new way
the importance of traveling light
how the weight of the things we carry
can slow us down
cause us to wonder
if the effort to reach the top
is worth it
how freeing it was
to lay it all down
on the top of this mountain
in the Presence of my God
I heard the voice
of my God
say my name
on the top of this mountain
I felt the touch
of my God
on the top of this mountain
it has been a humbling privilege
to be loved
by the body of Christ
on the top of a mountain
in Vermont
in the Presence of my God
after a long trip
from another land
I was home
on the top of a mountain
in Vermont
ascend to the hill of the Lord
and stand in His holy place
3 comments:
the mountain...
so warmed to know you have been on the mountain, Andrea...
how wonderful!
here;
in the valley of the shadow; sometimes all can i see is the mountains' distant form
like
a hope and a promise
but
it seems so far away...
yet; i am being walked thru...
and know a mountain is soon.
~ life can't all be valleys and deserts can it?
bless you dear one
aaaah
but Mary
there is beauty in the desert
colors that are not seen anywhere else
the view is vast and unlimited and unhindered
it is Jesus who lures us into the desert to speak tenderly with us
and it is in the valley
in the deepest part of the valley
that one finds the water -
sometimes a river
sometimes only a stream
but water nonetheless
there are flowers that grow only in the deepest valleys
where the arms of the valley
hold their fragrance
don't rush your journey
nor seek to be anywhere else
consider the One who journeys with you ...........
thank-you, andrea.
of course your words are true
being fueled by Truth
He woos me in the desert,
yes
and the Love i've found in the valley has roots and beauty
deeper than that which is mountaintop...
i hesitate to divulge here
where any can read
:)
so, will try to be content and respect the
'safe' arms length
for now
"...to the degree one has experienced grief
can one understand the heights of
joy"
my grief goes deeper in this hour
but
i've kept
my shoes near by
:)
blessings heaped upon you.
:)
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