Mountains

“When we, any of us who have been transformed by Christ, tell our stories, we’re telling the story of who God is.” — author Shauna Niequist

“God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved.” (Psalm 46:5)

Twenty-two has me reflecting on the last year and feeling so very thankful. On my birthday in March, I was reminded of the Word God gave me at the beginning of 2016. Abide in me.Through recent events and transitions into adulthood, Psalm 46:5 is so reassuring and I feel like God is saying daughter, you’re doing good. It is well.

My life. It is well.

I’ve been writing, but I haven’t been publishing. There’s a story on my heart, a testimony that He has written for me. It will be a series of short essays.

The essays you will soon read are ones that the Lord asked me to write. I was sitting in a brown leather chair, looking out a window that pointed toward the west. We were on a family vacation in the mountains of Colorado, and I stayed alone at our cabin for the day. I could see that the sun would set in front of me within the next few hours. The majority of my view was blocked by aspen trees, except for three mountain tops in the distance. The breeze carried a soft sound as I listened to it through the open window.

He told me that it was time I start sharing the story that He wrote for me.

This is what the Lord showed me. When you face a mountain, you may be able to see its peak, however the view from below isn’t quite accurate. You can’t uncover the full detail of the peak until you reach the summit. You can have assumptions and expectations, but they will compare nothing to the sight on top. Sometimes travel to the top isn’t so easy. There may be detours, winding roads, but never do you travel straight to the top. The mountain hides what is on the other side. You must either travel around or over.

We all have mountains in our lives.

These essays will be a collection of stories focused on a theme that the Lord gave me on that Colorado mountain in June of 2014. These essays are an overlook of the mountains that shook my young-adult years and defined my views on calling, identity, discipline, and covenant.

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