Living the Journey…

I stood in front of the mountain and commanded it to move.  I quoted all the Scriptures in my best “King James” voice and the words echoed back as I stood there waiting.  Somehow in my heart I knew this was futile…I don’t have mountain-moving faith.  Not for my OWN mountains anyway.  I can believe God for miracles for everyone around me.  I believe in them.  I know that God heals and restores and makes a way where there seems to be no way.  I have seen Him do amazing things that leave no doubt that He is in the miracle business and yet as I sat in the shadow of this mountain…I cried.  Feeling abandoned I sobbed as if the grief were consuming every part of me.

As I sat there I heard a whisper…the Voice I had been longing for…HIS voice.  I sobbed again, but this time it was a longing in my heart.  I listened with all of my being and my heart could hear Him say, “Climb the mountain.” 

Climb the mountain??  God, I want You to MOVE the mountain.

Again I heard, “Climb the mountain.”

I don’t understand.  I have waited and waited for You to show up and move this mountain and do what only You can do and You want me instead to CLIMB?? 

At that moment it all began to flood over me and all I can do is describe what I heard.  Although not audible, very unmistakably God told me that He put the mountain in my path to bring me closer to Him.  While I sat there cursing the very thing that would ultimately bring me freedom.

He told me it was not about the mountain or the end result; it was about the climb.  The journey was something He wanted to share with me.  It is in the journey, my freedom will come.

As I begin this journey, there is expectancy in my heart.  Not expectation.  Expectations lead to disappointment.  The expectancy is that God has a plan for me; a plan to help me let go of all that is holding me down.  You can’t climb a mountain while carrying heavy weight.  You HAVE to let go!  I don’t know how to do that…I CAN’T do that.  But God CAN!! 

And so today…I climb.