My husband and I are once again back in the valley, ourselves, experiencing challenges that do not feel pleasant, encountering situations that do not have obvious answers. However, we have been on the mountaintop, before, so we know that its peaks lie ahead.
Life is a series of hills, that gradually seem to become less intimidating the longer we walk with our Heavenly Father. And yet, each circumstance is different, requiring a new measure of faith and trust, on our part.
As I pondered my worship, yesterday, in light of my current realities, I got a picture of a mountain climber, in my head. I was reminded that though the mountain may appear large and looming, the mountain climber takes one stretch of footing at a time, always aiming for the goal, but never losing sight of the current choice, that leads to the top. Every step is important, each response necessary, if the challenge shall succeed. And, at every juncture, regardless of height, the climber has the security of one thing: his rope. This rope is the anchor, the connection to the peak, the reminder that an end IS in sight. This rope is our faith. When we choose to reach out, for the Hand of our Father, and trust Him for each leg of our journey, we are connected to His anchor, His rope that leads us up and out of our crisis.
Worship Me, for only this great gift can set you free from the killing love of self
and prick your fear with valiant courage: to fly in hope through moments of despair.
Worship will remind you that no man knows completeness in himself.
Worship will teach you to speak your name, when you've forgotten who you are.
Worship is duty and privilege, debt and grand inheritance at once.
Worship, therefore, at those midnights when the stars hide.
Worship in the storms till love makes thunder whimper and grow quiet, and listen to your whimpered hymns.
Worship and be free...
- Calvin Miller (excerpt from Requiem for Love)