I have not posted in a long time. Over time, a long time, things develop and change--even in this called grief.
I named this blog Making This Mountain Mine because Faye's sudden, unexpected, death left me stranded in the death zone of a mountain--nothing to eat, no air to breathe but with a deep inner commitment to press on and to survive and maybe thrive again.
In my time of meditation and prayer I feel I've reached the time to declare this mountain is mine. It has been conquered by the grace and power and healing of God.
It is time to move on to conquer something new.
The children of Israel, in travelling from Egypt to their promised land would follow the cloud of God's presence.
It seems it is time to follow the cloud.
I press on.
I was just listening to a message on grief today. There was an emphasis on having faith that God is good and a reminder that we will be in heaven with our loved ones soon. The author compared the long life of Methusulah to a thimble of water in a Pacific Ocean of time. Our lives are but a breath and we will see our loved ones again 'soon' in the scope of things. It reminded me to cherish each day as time marches on. Your hope and positive outlook is encouraging. Lift your eyes to the mountains. That's where your hope comes from. <3
ReplyDeletePress on Tim! God will be with you every step of the way.
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