It’s interesting what happens when you reach the summit of a mountain. There is a sense of accomplishment and strength that floods over you as soon as you take the last step to reach the top. All the hard work of climbing seems to fade away and you are overtaken by an incredible view.
I climbed a mountain once in college. It wasn’t anything to crazy like the Himalayans or Mt. Everest. It was a little mountain in Mexico of about 14,000 feet. The climb wasn’t too bad, other than all the jagged rocks and cactus needles. I was traveling with a group of fellow students and I had volunteered to carry all the food and supplies in my pack. Needless to say, it felt like I had a small man on my back while climbing up the mountain in the middle of a desert. But, I wanted to make sure everyone knew that I was a strong leader…Ha!
When we were about a hundred yards away from the top, something in me exploded with adrenalin. I began to jog past everyone else to reach to summit because I wanted to see the view first. As I reached to the top I looked back and saw that everyone was still slowly hiking up. I turned to see an epic view. I was struck by how quiet it was, other than the wind howling. Below I could see the path that we had took. I saw a highway with a semi driving on it that looked like the size of a hot wheels toy car. I looked up and the sun was beaming down on me. I closed my eyes and took it all in. Suddenly, a knot formed in my throat, my heart ached and I began to cry. God spoke to me in a very small whisper, “Look at how far I have brought you. Look at the mountains I have moved for you. Look at where I am going to take you.” My mind was flooded with memories of the past–mistakes that I have made, trials that I have overcome, abuse I have come out of and all the accomplishments that I have had up to that point. I put my hands up and I worshipped God for all that he had done. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered as tears began to stream down my face.
I had about five minutes alone with God until the rest of the group joined me at the summit. I wasn’t able to pull myself together in time to have the “strong, put-together,” persona for the group. They saw my tears and the emotion that I couldn’t hold back and a wave of emotion fell over the group as others began to cry. We sang “God of Wonders” together after everyone had reached the top– thanking and praising God for His awesome creation and for His provision in our lives.
I will never forget that day. It was such a symbol of the journey that I have had in following after Christ. It is so easy to lose sight of what my purpose is and where God is leading me at times when I had been climbing and going through deserts. That day, I had to realize that the journey is just as important as the destination. God whispered to me on the mountain top but I believe He speaks in a loud voice in the times where I feel, pain, anger, sadness and neglect.
I thank and praise God for the mountain top that I am on today, knowing that I have been through valleys and deserts in the past few years and knowing that there are more mountains to climb and more deserts to go through. From up here I can see clearly where God’s hand has been in my life.
Wherever you are in your journey, remember that God is with you. When you reach the summit of faith, where things are clear and the view is spectacular, praise and thank Him. And when you are in the darkest times and you cannot see anything clearly, praise Him because he is faithful and will never let you down.
Listen to my songs, “Are You Here” and “Weary Land” if you can relate to being in a desert or valley. Know that through Christ, you have already won the battle!
Be Blessed!
-Nick