"And I will make all my mountains a road,
and my highways shall be raised up."
I don't think anyone is a stranger to a mountain. Big and tall; steep and powerful; I look upon my mountains with trepidation and uncertainty. It is easy -so easy- to become overwhelmed and paralyzed with fear. Honestly, I don't know how I can keep going for one more day. There are so many days that I don't want to fight through another day. I just want to pull the covers over my head and wait for it all to go away. But that really isn't an option. Life is waiting and whatever life I am able to live at the moment, I want to live it all.
Last week, I drove. This week, I haven't made it out of the bed except for a doctor's appointment. Ah! It has been disappointing and discouraging. I forget how easy it is to put all my hopes into one really good day. I cherish that good day, nevertheless.
I am not sure why I share this journey. I feel like if just one person is facing their mountain and they realize they aren't alone, then this struggle isn't in vain.
photo from here