Who Doesn’t want to stay on top of the mountain? It’s beautiful, The air is crystal clear, one can see for miles all around, and there is a sense of whimsy and freedom, like being on top of the world. Who wants to go back into the valley to deal with all of that mess? I know I don’t. Let the mess stay down there where it belongs.
There are times in my life I look back on with extreme fondness, usually at the mountain tops in my life, and for a moment I want to be back there. I am nostalgic for the past. I feel like, in that moment everything made sense, it was perfect, crystal clear, like being on the top of a mountain. Needless to say, life doesn’t hit the pause button, big events like weddings, and close friendships, even church groups, end. We have to move on, we have to grow, and go through the pits and valleys.
Every now and then reality creeps in, and I remember, that even in those highs things were not perfect. Like a picture, only what is in the frame can be seen. The shear cliffs on each side, the sharp rocks, the broken hearts are not visible. This picture was taken over 13,000 ft above sea level, next to Trail Ridge Road in Colorado. I definitely felt a sense whimsy, but I think that my lack of oxygen is what caused it. Even though the picture looks pristine it was freezing up there. My hands were so numb they hurt, and I could barley hold the camera. The rocks were everywhere and I was very light headed, so I had to be extremely careful because I could have easily tripped and gone splat. In the picture, however, none of that matters. Just like looking back, all you see is the good, that’s when being snatched out of nostalgia really happens, and one remembers that God made this moment too, and we should not take it for granted.
1 Thess. 5:16-18
Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
I know I do. All the time. So much to do, I can push, pull, force and frantically move, and I still can’t seem to get what I wanted done in the amount of time I wanted it done in. Often times the lack of ability to, speed up, get the job done, move quicker, has made me feel like I have failed in some way. Then there is the Tortes.
Most people remember hearing the story of the tortes and the hair when they were children. The hair was quick as quick could be, and left the poor tortes in the dust, but in the end, the meek, the mild, the slow, the steady one, is the one who crossed the finish line first. Much to the hair’s chagrin, his lowly friend bested him with the tenacity only a turtle could have.
I met a tortes one day, moving slowly along, crossing an empty parking lot. He had a goal, a purpose, and a destination. It didn’t matter that he was slow, all that mattered was that he kept moving. And, though I didn’t have the time to watch the entire adventure take place, I am sure that he reached his destination, because he wouldn’t stop. Not even for a crazy girl with a camera in his face. He just kept on moving.
Next time I feel like I am moving at turtle speed, I am going to think of that tortes, and remember as long as I keep going, have my goal in mind, and stop worrying about the when, I will reach my destination.
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.