1 Kings 19:11b-12
“After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.”
I need a mountain; to flee to, to stand on top of. To look out over towering trees, laden with leaves on the cusp of turning. To stand, eyes closed and face to the wind as a gentle breeze swirls around lifting its happy song: “fall is coming, praise the Lord and pass the pumpkin lattes.”
I need a mountain; to climb, to scale to the top, to remind me that I’m strong enough. To show myself and the little “I can’t, I’m not enough” monster inside of me that I can, that I am.
The mountaintop is an interesting place. An all encompassing place; an overwhelming place. All the feels live on the mountaintop.
The fears that drove you there; the relief in its sanctuary.
The determination that propelled you on and up; the adrenaline flood that keeps you standing.
The reality of past mistakes and the excitement of future possibilities.
Hopes.Dreams.Fears.Failures.Wins. Losses.Smiles.Tears.Joy.Sorrow. Excitement.Possibility.
Past, present and future intersect on the mountaintop.
Welcome each feeling, acknowledge each time period. Sit with them in silence and wait…
Wait for the inner voices to still themselves.
Wait for that refreshing peace to flood your soul.
Wait patiently, expectantly on the mountaintop, and find the Lord there; in gentle whispers rustling through the changing leaves: