Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Moutains and Valleys


Floods and droughts
Summer and Winter
Hope and doubt

Dreams that shatter
Visions that pass
Live disasters
Storms that last

The crest of the hill
The lifting of fog
The first wind of Spring....


I always wonder about the highs and lows in life. It's when I find myself on a high and realize that there's no ground left under my feet that it hits me again.  I've never ridden on a straight and level line, ya know?  Somewhere in the Christian life I think I've gotten the flavor that I should be on a definite and steady incline; never going down, never deviating....  and then I wonder, is it shameful to be at a low point?  Does it mean I've back tracked?...

When you crest the top of a hill there really isn't anywhere to go from there but down, that doesn't mean that you can't keep going forward though.  No, in fact you do have to go down in order to get to the starting place of the next higher incline.  It's like hiking.  I've got a hunch that the feeling of defeat after reaching a crest and plunging forward is not from God at all, but just a sneaky little trick from the devil.  Broken may be right, but not defeated!

And even if the trip down into the next valley is a fall, it's not about the fall; it's about getting back up again.
...a just man falls seven times, and rises up again...

...he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.