If You Don’t Climb the Mountain, You Can’t Get the View
We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us (Romans 5:3-5 ESV).
I thrust a tired hand on the flat, rocky surface. With an assist from my husband, I finally landed on the top of the mountain. I had prevailed. If it had been a Rocky movie, I might have even jumped up and down with my fists in the air.
Since I’m overweight and asthmatic, climbing a mountain is perhaps one of the hardest things for me to do. As difficult as the journey might be, the hardship seems inconsequential when I get to the summit. The surrounding beauty fills me with so much awe I barely remember I’m in pain. From the top of the mountain, I get a small sense of what God must see when He views the world.
This particular climb was harder. It was fall—a tough season on asthmatics. I hated that my husband had to get behind and nearly push me through the steepest part, just before the top. My daughter, as athletic as she is thin, stayed right by me, sometimes offering me a drink of water and letting me rest until my lungs filled back up. Just when I was ready to quit and start back down, sunlight broke through the cloud of trees above me. I was nearly there. That revved my determination. I completed the journey on all fours, gagging for air but jubilated all the same.
Once on the apex, I righted myself with the claps and celebration of family and a few other climbers who politely resisted laughing at my ashen face. As I basked in the circus of colors below, my heart gave praise to the Creator. I discovered at the summit of revelation, to be grateful for the hardship that brought me to the point of sight. For I could not have experienced it any other way.
Linda Wood Rondeau is an award-winning author who writes blended contemporary fiction that demonstrates, once surrendered to God, our worst past often becomes our best future. Retired from her long career in human services, she enjoys being able to play golf year around. Readers may find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest, Click here to learn more about her latest book Fiddler’s Fling.