Much of our dessert and decaf discussion tonight was about Colorado. Mom even pulled out a photo album and as more talk was being said, I sat side-gazing at the pictures as Marcia flipped through the pages. I felt flooded with emotion…suddenly I wanted to be there, a longing to be home.
C.S. Lewis once said, “If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” When I struggled in the late Fall 2013 with inner emotions about what God had in store for me, I had lost sight of His divine picture being painted especially for me. As the canvas continued to emerge with the colors of life, I started to live in hope rather than despair. But I still have a longing–a heavenly one.
Seasons change. Some view valleys as the struggles in life, but for me it is the ascension to the top of the mountains. One only reaches the top by climbing.
Who can possibly ascend the mountain of the Eternal?
Who can stand before Him in sacred spaces?
Only those whose hands have been washed and hearts made pure,
men and women who are not given to lies or deception.
The Eternal will stand close to them with blessing and mercy at hand,
and the God who redeems will right what has been wrong.
These are the people who chase after Him;
[like Jacob, they look for the face of God].
Psalm 24:3-6, The Voice
4 responses to “Climbing Mountaintops”
Oh Melinda those words are so true and so encouraging! But I still do wish you were here in Colorado! I miss you my dear friend and I long to see you!
I really like your comment of God painting a picture that is your life. I often think of how God might be painting mine and then I think of Paul who wanted to be with the Lord, but also wanted to do his work here on earth. Each one of us has work for the Lord that needs to be completed…I continue each day to search for the works he has prepared for me. You, sweet Melinda, are a wonderful witness of what God is looking for in each one of us.
Aw ❤ So beautifully stated:) XO, Megs