For the past few days I have fought the urge to write. I kept thinking that I would get around to it as soon as I finish this project, get the kid on track, and create some semblance of normalcy with my income. All of these things are still in progress, as am I. Yet, here I am, writing and wondering why in the world I waited so long.
This has been a listening time. A time for reading and reflection, thanking God for all He is doing in my life and, in seeing the turnaround He’s brought forth in some areas, increasing my faith and obedience for the breakthroughs that are on the way. However, I’ve been reading your posts. I’ve laughed and cried along with you. You inspire me greatly. Thank you.
It’s my blog, so I can be honest — I thought about not coming back. No blog. No magazine. I concocted a plan to work a 9-5 and occasionally freelance. I didn’t have the time to monetize the magazine the way I know I should. And sometimes I don’t feel that I’m helping anyone by chronicling my ups and downs in public. I have a gazillion beautiful, unused journals. I considered taking my thoughts and ideas offline.
But in my scripture reading, I came across this ~
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!” Isaiah 52:7
All I could think about was the journey up those mountains those feet had to endure to bring good news and proclaim peace. It is no easy task to climb mountains. Your feet ache. They may be scratched and bruised. Yet, because they continue to climb and bring good news, they are beautiful.
Climbing involves elevation. Elevation requires effort. Effort hurts. It’s not easy, but it’s necessary in order to do what we have to do. If it means that we live on less, so be it. If it means working after the long day at work and with the family, so be it. God’s purpose in the climb is not to hinder us, but to put us in our rightful place.
I’ve noticed that the greater the ministry, the lower the journey begins. The climb is more arduous, laden with false footholds and harnesses with too much slack. We look down and see the chasms. We see those demons we thought we had left in the valley attempt to climb up and overtake us. Yet we climb. And we see other climbers along the way. And, hopefully, we are not so focused on the folks at the top who wait to receive our message that we neglect to bring good news and proclaim peace to the ones who travel alongside us.
Sweetie Pies, this blog is not necessarily for the people at the top of the mountain, although if they lower their ear, they may be able to hear the message. It is certainly not for the people who have always been at the top, because they will not understand the journey and will not see my bruised and scarred feet as beautiful. This blog, the yet-to-be monetized magazine, and my social media posts are for those of us that have really been through something, or are going through. This blog is for the climbers, the ones who continue to believe in the freedom and power in God’s Word, even when their feet are bloody.
We pray. We bleed. We cry. We rest. And then, we keep climbing.
- I’m a Climber (johnblogged.wordpress.com)
- Climber finds buried jewels in French Alps, thought to be from 1966 plane crash (abc.net.au)
- Kind-hearted climbers scale new heights for charity (edinburgh.stv.tv)