He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”Mark 5:34
There is something about the mountains I cannot fathom. Try as I may…but to no avail. I remember the first summer my parents took us at the Grand Teton National Park years ago. It was beautiful, but that was only the surface of my understanding. Now that I am older, there is something else I have discovered and being offered.
If I live in the National Park long enough, I may get used to seeing the mountains. I may get tired of it. But I don’t think I will.
Whenever I look up, I see the magnificence of my Creator. The beauty beyond understanding gives me the confidence and relief. For as much of a challenge as it is to climb, air exits out of my lungs freeing the burden I’ve carried in my heart. There is no longer heaviness in my core when I am both in awe and struggling to find air as I pace myself up the hill. I must let go of the old and take in the new.
Then there are memories I still grieve and smile for. I feel as if though I am only here for my brother. I love the outdoors, but sometimes I wonder whether I am doing it for myself.
It is an understatement that I love being in the National Park for many reasons…and maybe because I feel like he’s still around when I am out here. Whenever I am seeking adventure, I feel like he is smiling down on me and cheering for me. That is enough to give me the confidence to climb the mountains I may think impossible.
(This post is not part of “A Confident Heart Devotional”)