I sure do hate taking the stairs. Elevators are so much . . . easier. But, elevators don’t build muscle. Stairs help there.
Like mountain climbing. Ah! The blessing in the hills ‘ere we venture there:
I read this in my devotions this morning. And, I thought of how I probably need to get out Hannah Hurnard’s Hinds Feet in High Places off the shelf and give that another read-through.
Stairs, hills, mountain climbing. Not my favorite thing, really. But, it is there that I shall bask in the refreshing rains. The valley gets the run-off.
I was thinking of this during service this morning as Pastor Frank continued with our Bible study in Revelations 5, as John, after gawking at the splendor of the Throne of Heaven, is struck into a severe panic of melancholy and despair. It would appear that God held in His hand a seven sealed scroll with writing on it and there did not seem to be anyone worthy enough to open this scroll.
No one worthy. No heroes to be had. None to save the day when all is so very lost.
But, wait! From among the throng gathered about the Throne, John was jolted into Joy:
Poor John. He was so distracted with all the hub-bub around him that he totally missed Jesus standing right there in the middle of it all – the Hero is in the scene the whole time!
Forgive me if I’m rambling here. But, for me, I have been fighting fear, failure, and foreboding lately. I really don’t like climbing stairs, let alone hills and/or mountains. But, God wants to get me sopping wet in His rains – and the freshest of the batch comes after the climb in hill country . . .
. . . and I’m not alone in the ascent. My Hero is Master of the slopes – He leads the way – hooked securely to Him, I shall not fall.
And, I expect there will be flexing of new muscle on the other side of the mountain.
Sharing my hill climbing today with Graceful: Hear It on Sunday, Use It on Monday