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Are you nice? Or are you kind?
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Something I am working on myself because I tend to be unfriendly at times. I believe there is a difference in nice and being kind. I am not nice. I will flat out tell you this up front, but I am kind. I have compassion and because of that I know that being nice is fleeting, but kindness is forever. You can claim to be nice, but are you truly nice? Or are you nice until you get your way? <-- I tend to be this way often. I have a bad habit of using people to get what I want out of life. I don't do it often, but I do it enough for God to call it to my attention. What is He trying to call to your attention?
Forgiveness 101
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Forgiveness 101

 
 

Forgiveness...it's such an easy thing to do, right? Just say you forgive someone for something, then forget about it. It's so simple!

Or is it?

I had to forgive someone. Yet I had to be forgiven by this someone as well. To be honest, that rankled me. I'd done my best and messed up- but it wasn't on purpose! Why should I take any of the blame and be treated like that?

But there's the rub- I had to see things from the other person's perspective. Once I did that, I could see how my actions could be seen as something other than I intended. 

The Bible talks about how to forgive and be forgiven. I needed to go to that person and have a face-to-face talk (if possible- it's hard to do if your offender lives far away). In my case this was possible, so I called to plan a meeting. 

The person I wanted to speak to brushed me off. Twice. I almost took this as a sign. Maybe I didn't need to get forgiveness from this person because I had given it a decent try- I was vindicated! 
But no, God had other plans and kept poking me in the heart about it for the next year.

Yes, you read that right. A year. God is good, but He's also as persistent as a kid at Christmas. He kept poking me, asking "You going to talk to her now? How about now? Now?" Finally I'd decided to stop the phone tag and talk to this person face to face. I passed by their house, called and asked if they were home. They were. I told them I was coming to the door and to please let me in so we could discuss things. I slowly released my pent-up breath as I walked into one of the hardest talks I've had to do in ages.

It wasn't easy. This person was resistant. The TV was blaring, and they conceded to just turn it down instead of off. They wouldn't look me in the eyes. I could feel their invisible wall trying to push me away. A chainsaw wouldn't have cut the tension I'd felt in that room. The silence was truly deafening, and I almost walked out. But I had to do this. I needed forgiveness just as much as I needed to forgive this person.

The discussion didn't go as well as I'd hoped, but there were some bridges mended. All the while this person never even looked my way. One thing that was said stuck with me; "I can forgive you, but I'll never forget." 

I always thought the term 'Forgive and Forget' was in the Bible- after all, it sounds like it should be in there. But forgiveness has nothing to do with forgetting- forgiveness is about holding no anger and resentment towards someone for something that happened between the two of you. 
It took me years to forgive my mother for some of the things she'd done; but once I truly forgave, I didn't forget- I just remembered without the anger and resentment that usually came with those memories. Instead there was an understanding- an empathy for her concerning what she was thinking and feeling at the time. My mother and I had made peace with each other before she passed away.

This was a bit different. I could still feel the anger from this person. My anger, however, was spent. I left with a mixed bag of emotions. The little stone of resentment in my heart was gone, but I was sad because this person was still holding anger towards me- and there was nothing else I could do to alleviate it. 

I've learned much about forgiveness these past few years. You forgive, and do your best to be forgiven. You have no control over how (or if!) someone forgives you, but if you do your best to make amends- that is all God asks of you. It's up to the other person to let go of their anger- not you.

Forgiveness is freeing. I never realized until I'd forgiven my mother just how much weight anger and resentment presses on your heart. But oh- when you let it go! Your entire spirit lifts, and the world is seen through more gracious and appreciative eyes.

I wanted to share this with you today, in case you have someone that needs to be forgiven, and you just can't. I'm going to tell you that you can- ask God for the strength not to falter or curl up in a ball of misery because of what happened. 
You can get rid of that unseen weight on your heart. Maybe you'll fight it for a year (or years) like I did. I'm quite stubborn! But in the end, forgiveness is what lifted my depressed heart and brightened my spirit so I could see God's grace all around me. 
And I want you, my Dear Readers, to feel that too!
The Big Gulp of God!
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The Big Gulp of God!

My cup is full of a lot of things.

Ideas. 
Frustrations.
Plans.
Complaints.
Hugs.
Laughter.

Unfortunately, when my cup is full of these things, there isn't much room for God. In fact, God should be filling my entire cup so there isn't room for much else- except the good stuff He wants in the cup.

But noooooo, I have to go fill it up with the other stuff first! When I have a full cup of gunk, I have a hard time trying to empty it. Letting go of everything and letting the contents spill to the floor just isn't my nature. Instead I savor that cup of glop and hold it close to my heart.

Maybe you do too?

Some of the things in my cup are good. Ideas. Hugs. Laughter. Even plans are good for the most part as long as God has His say in them. But the other things- the negative things- need to be spilled into the dirt where fertilizer belongs. 

I just have to let my cup of glop go

The best part is, when I empty my cup, God gives me a bigger cup for Him to fill. In fact, I get to help fill other peoples' cups because God doesn't just fill my cup, He overfills it! And we all know when God decides to do something, He goes big.

It's like going to the store for a small soda, and the guy at the counter takes your tiny soda and gives you a giant Big Gulp of the best soda you've ever tasted!

Oh yeah- Gettin' me a Big Gulp of God!

It's hard to let go. Trust me- I get it. I struggle with my cup every day. But the more I spill out, the more God fills my cup with the good stuff- and life starts tasting better and better each day.



Let God be your Ultimate Soda Guy. Let Him trade your small cup of glop and give you His Big Gulp, overflowing with enough blessings you can share. Take a sip of what He has to offer- you won't regret it!
Mind Matters!
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Mind Matters

 
 

Do what God wants. A simple concept, but hard as heck to execute.

I've heard these phrases many times:
Have faith.
Believe in what you're doing.
Believe in what God is telling you to do.

It should be so easy to just throw caution to the wind and go for it. But fear always holds me back. Why am I so afraid to go for the gusto and let God do what He will? After all, He's the end-all, be-all of beings...right? He can do anything. We're supposed to have a child-like faith. Kids have no fear when they try something for the first time- They have no idea what an amazing gift that is!

We learn to fear. We learn to hold back. We learn to be cautious and not throw our cares to the wind and go for it. Because after the first failure, it's just too darn scary!

That's where courage starts. It uses fear to its advantage. Courage is fear that put on its boxing gloves. Oh, we still have fear, but it's held in check by our will to change. We have to want to change enough to beat the fear and continue the fight for what God wants for us.

The Mind really does matter!

A positive mind-set is the springboard that launches us in the right direction. A negative mind-set is more like walking through a field of deep mud. You might be headed to the same destination, but the latter will take a lot more struggle and time.

A personal mantra helps. Tell yourself that you will (action) _(goal)_ by _(time)_. Tell yourself this several times a day, every day. Keep focused. stay on track. Don't let setbacks stop you long term. I've let setbacks stop me, so I know- I'velived it- for far too long. I'm tired of mucking about in the mud, and I'm ready to try out that springboard.

Want to come with me? I'll start!

I will finish writing one book by the end of September.
I will save enough each week to pay an artist for cover work for one book before October.
I will publish a written work within a year.

Picking smaller goals is good, but also have a longer goal as well. Running a few small races helps prepare you for the marathons!

What will your mantras be?
My Hyper Workaholic Husband
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My Hyper Workaholic Husband

 
 

I have a husband who is a hyper workaholic. He's the kind of guy that never stops doing stuff. 

Never.

I think if he could get away with doing things in his sleep, he would. It's a quality that can be both a great blessing and a great curse. Allow me to explain.

He gets up at the crack of dark to go to work. When he's not doing overtime, he usually winds up running errands for our church, or working on a church-related project. Sometimes he'll come home on the early side of late and fix something in the house that needs fixing, or he'll decide to make dinner for us (he loves to cook and absolutely needs to create something foodish at least twice a week to stay sane), turning my once-clean kitchen into a flour-ensconced war zone. Sometimes he promises to help someone or make them a special dessert. Only when the cakes have cooled or the desserts are chilling in the fridge does he finally settle down for bed, which is usually after I'm already asleep.

Even when he had his accident over four years ago, he didn't stop for long. The man had third degree burns on thirty-five percent of his body, and came home eighteen days later with skin grafts, a swatch of pig skin with three hundred staples in his mid-section, and strict orders to not do anything but his exercises. Did this stop him? Nope. He was practically vibrating in his lounge chair, and finally came up to me all hunched over because of the staples and said "You gotta give me something to do!"

He hasn't stopped since.

His doctor (and practically everyone else) told him he needs a break, and must take time off to recharge. So we went to an off-grid cabin in Maine for a week. I'd prepared all of the food ahead of time so all we needed to do was heat it over the fire or bake it. No fuss, no mess. Just rest. 

The first few days he actually slowed down enough to relax. But then he started going on walks, finding things to do like gather wood, chop wood, and find places to drive to so that we could walk around. He needed to do something. Anything. 
Then God gave me an epiphany. We bought coloring books, crayons, and colored pencils with a sharpener. He spent the next three days coloring! It was the only time in our twenty years of marriage I'd ever seen him busy and still at the same time!

You'd think all of this self-discovery and rest would put his mind into a lower gear. At least I did. But when we came home, he happily dove right back into the chaos- in fact, he was even busier than he was before we left for Maine!

He did three straight weeks of overtime. We're talking fourteen to sixteen hour days, five days a week. The weekends were used to play catch-up with church needs (he's a deacon and also the church building manager), so I haven't seen much of him for the past month or so. if this keeps up, I might have to start scheduling appointments to see him!

My husband is a powerhouse for God. He works for Him, does ministry for Him, and expects nothing in return. He's a giver to the point of sacrificing his precious time and energy to help someone in need. People can call day or night- he will be there for them. He's a rare and precious man. He's also as hyper as an over-caffeinated chipmunk! 

I wish I had half of his energy. Only God could have a man do as much as he does, and still have the strength to breathe! I still marvel at all God has done with my husband.

I wish that there was a way to infuse each other, so he would rest more and I would have more energy. The only way I'll get him to stay still at this point is if I duct tape his butt in bed! 

hmm...Another epiphany? I wonder how much duct tape I'll need?
Which Way Are You Facing?
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Which Way Are You Facing?

 
Epiphanies can hit you at the oddest times. This one happened while I was in church during a sermon.

The pastor was talking about getting closer to God and keeping your eyes on Him, and since I'm a literal thinker, I kept picturing myself nose to nose with the Almighty. Can't get much closer than that, can we? 

But then it hit me; all I had to do was turn around to be the furthest away from God. One simple act with a plethora of consequences! He's right there with you, but you can't see Him- all you have to do to get as close as possible is turn around.

Wow.

How many times have I walked around looking for God, only to never see Him? How many times did I turn my eyes away from Him to see some shiny sin-filled bauble dangling in my peripheral vision? And how many times did I refuse to turn around because the bauble seems like the right thing to focus on or (let's be honest here), I didn't want to focus on anything else that might tear me away from the sparkle?

I can tell you this- every time I turned my eyes from God I got into trouble. Every. Single. Time. So why do I still do it? Because baubles are shiny and we humans like shiny things. It's so much easier for us to stare at a glittering object than focus on our work- just ask any school student or desk jockey. Shiny catches the eye and seems more interesting!

Just look up a series of YouTube videos called 'The Most Satisfying' and you'll know exactly what I mean. I could stare for hours at that stuff. 

I'm so glad God is patient and is willing to stick with us, waiting until we turn around to see Him. It's almost like He wants to yell 'Surprise! I've been here the whole time! Aren't you glad to see Me?" 
 

We are both the closest to God and the furthest from God, depending on which way we're facing. So the big question is...which way are you facing?
The Gift of Love
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Isaiah 62:10 (Amplified)

Go through, go through the gates,
Clear the way for the people;
Build up, build up the highway,
Remove the stones, lift up a banner over the peoples.

 

The Gift of Love

by Vallerie Sharmain Smit

 

Love endures everything...

Love makes a way, it builds a bridge and leads to a new day.

Love empties itself and looks to the Savior to be filled.

Love follows the example of Christ, Who shows us the way.

 

Who will travel the broken road?

Who will grab hold of faith?

Who will set up the standard and raise the banner?

Who will build the Highway and remove the stones?

Travel the Highways of Heaven and say that to love like Christ is the only way!

This is the uplifted road where the keynotes are so high.

The notes are so pure and true, it has the power to heal and restore.

 

If you have seen and felt the devastation of ignoring the signposts of 1 Corinthians 13...

Where lives have been shattered and the alabaster jars have been broken and joy is no more...

You will value life in others and you will value the Gift of Love.

You will know for sure, this is the greatest of them all.

 

Without love we are just a noisy gong.

 

If you are heartbroken who will heal and make you new?

Who will mend the pieces, but Christ's Love alone!

His banner over you is Love...

His Love will change you from the inside out.

 

He will show you the wastelands, the dry patches of your soul,

there might be a root of resentment in the cracks,

a weed of unforgiveness growing in the shade.

Feet might have trampled over your heart,

leaving you empty and hard.

May be a wall or two that you have built, to protect yourself from harm, but now it leaves you isolated and cold.

Places where your soul has died and you do not know if you will live again.

Our Savior will pull the roots and weeds out and

His Truth will push the walls to the ground.

Come forth! He will give you life!

 

He will never leave nor forsake you in your need.

He will not condemn, but tenderly He will take you out and loosen the snares.

He will lead you out to green pastures, and you will know that He cares!

 

Nothing can ever separate you from the Love of God!

We know the Power of His Love and Faithfulness, it endures forever...

The Lord will make the impossible, possible again and you will be completely whole again.

Instead of dry wastelands there will be streams of life.

Love and joy will be your song, trust in the Lord your safe refuge.

 

May God restore, revive and lift you up.

May you soar like an eagle close to God.

May the alabaster jar be whole again and pour out sweet fragrances of praises unto our Savior and Lord.

Through costly experience we know the value of love.

It is priceless!

In others and in ourselves.

The greatest gem above all of them, is Christ's love for us and in us!

You and I are the alabaster jar..

Come, and pour out your life as a drink offering unto Him.

 

Who will love Him most, the one that has been forgiven the most.

Come, pour out the sweet fragrances of a broken and contrite spirit and heart.

Come, you and I are the alabaster jar and the Lord is Worthy of our love.

 

Who will the Lord use, but the one that knows the road...

 

There are many waiting in dry places, out there in the wilderness,

waiting for just one touch of the Lord's Love.

Go forth...

 

(Written on 30/4/2014 under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit based on visions, dreams, utterances and songs I have heard in the Spirit)

 

Being Crickety
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Being Crickety

 
 
It's not easy losing some of your mobility- even if it's only temporary. At least Ihope it's temporary! But with every trial there's a life lesson- sometimes more than one. I've learned to laugh about my creakiness, and I want to share a few things that creaky life has taught me.

One lesson about creakiness is similar to child-rearing; what used to take me five minutes now takes me at least fifteen.  Alas, the pendulum has started swinging the other direction. My kids are now helping me to get over obstacles instead of the other way around!

I've also noticed a change in my decision-making skills because of my temporary lack of mobility. 

Stores are no longer chosen by their sales flyers, but by how many benches they have available throughout the store.

Big stores must have motorized carts. At first I was daunted by using them, but now it's a lot of fun- especially when I can cruise around the store announcing 'Watch the tram car please!' (anyone who has been down on the shore boardwalk knows what I'm talking about!)

Little stores must have chairs or wheelchair carts.

Weight loss is no longer about attractiveness or fashions, but about increasing functionality.

Dinners have become more simple, usually involving the crockpot. Stove-top cooking has become a rare beast, unless it's a recipe for 'make in one pan and simmer'. Casseroles are also in the mix, as long as I can cut the veggies and meat sitting down at the kitchen table.

Not only do I check bathroom stalls for toilet paper, but now I'm looking for that helpful little ballerina bar bolted to the wall just in case the toilet sits too low. Like I wasn't already anxious enough by public restrooms. Sheesh.

Swimming isn't for play anymore- it's for exercise.

Exercise DVDs used to be no good because I never used them. Now they're no good because I can't use them.

I can't catch the kids doing something sneaky anymore because the knee pops betray my former ninja stealth. (and the kids love catching me trying to sneak up on them!)

The cats always know I'm home before I even take out the house keys due to cane thumping and knee popping.

When I go for a walk, kids keep running up to me asking if I have bubble wrap. 


No one likes being crickety, but I'm going to make the best of it until it either goes away (read: get rid of it), or I find better ways to deal with it. In the meantime, I'll be snap, crackle, and popping my way around stores and the house, doing what God tells me to do- and if you hear the sound of Rice Krispies, take a look around- I might just be behind you!
Vocations
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Tags: Finding a Way Ahead! Inspirational Self Help Motivational

Vocations

Our lives start as a small stream, and then over the years that stream slowly grows as it merges with new tributaries finally becoming  an ever flowing river. So it is when we look back over our lives to where we originally started. What has made us, broken us or contributed to our personality, and where are all these paths leading? In trust, we follow, as God guides us through what often feels like a maze (even though that maze may be painful, and we do not want to walk along it). We may have some understanding of our lives; but may not be sure how everything we have encountered makes sense. It is as though the different tributaries of our lives are meeting to form a bigger picture of our vocation. Divine guidance is always leading, even when we feel our lives are lacking, or empty in some way; much unseen work is always happening.

Often the most painful times of our lives are those when we question "Why God, have you allowed this situation to happen when I trusted you?" Sometimes our continuing situations last almost life long, and are then brought into resolution. At other times, we can see how an unbearable situation is suddenly taken away.

What is God weaving in your life through the pain, the joy, your circumstances or your pattern of achievements? Where is this all leading? Everything we encounter seems to be woven into a larger tapestry, and this helps us into our vocation (even though others may not understand it).

Keep going with your vocation and what you believe is right for you. Sometimes it seems our vocations start with a test, and this can be uncomfortable. Sometimes our vocations are not obvious, but they are there within us and we cannot compare ourselves with others. You might already be fulfilling your vocation and, are so used to it, that you may not have recognised it as such. We all have different gifts, and personalities. You may even have taught yourself new abilities and these can fit with your life's purpose. Everybody has a uniqueness and something to celebrate; we all have a contribution to make. Sometimes out of one vocation come others and these can have many surprises. Looking at the tributaries of your life, how has everything contributed to making you the person you are? Where do you think you are being led? Whatever your vocation is, don't be put off, be you!

On Tuesday the 6th June, I was on the Maria Rodrigues 'Woman to Woman' show, on Premier Christian Radio in London, England, talking about my life experience and  I hope that the pattern of my life will encourage you. Here is a link to the show, if you wish to listen to it. Please scroll down a couple of screens to my interview on 06.06.2017. (By kind permission of Premier Christian Radio).

www.premier.org.uk/woman

Angela Harper

Author, Finding a Way Ahead!

How God Grows Us
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How God Grows Us

 
 
Ever feel that if just one more thing went wrong, you'd go stark raving bonkers?

Me neither...not

I'd been feeling overwhelmed lately and asked my buddies on Facebook for some encouragement. I wasn't disappointed. In fact, I got a private message from a Christian friend, asking what it was I needed encouragement for, so she could pray for me. It's friends like these I wish lived closer to home.

I told her my troubles and how I felt. She told me feelings are fleeting and temporary things, and God is using these troubles to grow me as a Christian. Before I could stop myself, I blurted,
'Egad woman- I know He's trying to grow me, but does He have to add so much manure?!?'

And she laughed

Her laugh made me feel a little better. And after talking and praying with her. the bad feelings did fleet...er...flee. The black cloud wasn't entirely removed, but at least I could see the silver lining. 

When I'm in one of those 'one-straw-before-the-back-broken-camel' moments, I used to hide myself away from people and sulk, wallowing in misery until I pulled myself out of the muck of my emotional tar-pit. Now I force myself to talk with others and ask for help, as hard as that is. I try not to complain to the world (though that sometimes happens), but instead find a friend on the phone or online that is willing to hear my troubles. 
Though the issues and that overwhelming feeling don't always go away completely, talking them out with a friend makes me feel like I can handle things once more. Their prayers and willingness to listen infuse me with God's strength to move forward. What a blessing that is!

God piles on the manure on occasion, but He also provides a means to gain strength through Him- He wants us to talk to fellow Christians to gain perspective, gain composure, and maybe even laugh a little in the process. He never meant us to go it alone in our own strength. As my friend encouraged me, I'd like to encourage you if you're in the same proverbial manure pile.

Don't hide yourself from others. Find a Christian friend and talk to them. 
Look for friends that don't just agree with you, but are also willing to be honest when they don't and tell you in a gentle way.
Know that in all things, God has a plan and this is a temporary feeling. It willpass.
Pray and talk to God and ask for strength, endurance, and to send Encouragers. 

And when the trial is over and you've done a little growing, be an Encourager to someone else. You never know what kind of hidden blessings He has in store for you!
Reflections
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Tags: Reflections aging bucket list friends and family

When I turned Forty I read the poem “When I’m an Old Woman” and it struck a chord within me. I wanted to be that woman – wear a red hat, a purple dress, and shoes that don’t match. Spit on the road, run my walking stick along the chain linked fence and generally be a Senior Delinquent (within the law, of course)!

Another thing that really touched the depts of my soul was the song "I hope you Dance." I hadn't danced yet! Growing up, dancing was a sin (if you can believe that!) and how I wished I had been born into a family that allowed danceing! Now I dance - Dance for Parkinson's sometimes in a chair, sometimes on my feet. I feel like a ballerina until I look in that big miror that spreads across the room and see the awkward ungraceful  movement of my body,  but I dance!

Well, I am fast approaching that well-seasoned time of life. Things that were so important to me that I felt I must do, just aren’t that important to me anymore.These days there is much talk about the “Bucket List.” A list of things you want to do before you die. My bucket list is dwindling. I think about heaven a lot and how much time has passed. I value spending time wiht family and friends.

 

 

 

 

My altar
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I want to express myself in a way that I can get the point across without sounding harsh or careless. I have a new found respect for myself at this point. I have ran through this valley and passed all the main attractions. I missed the signs and wonders that were brought to my attention. I had no idea they were there until I missed the opportunity to go back and see them. I wandered this desert alone. I found myself in the valley of desperation. I thought it was torture, but it was sort of healing in a way. I thought it was sad and lonely, but it wasn't that at all. I found it to be freeing and encouraging to my soul. I found it to be exactly what I needed. I may have hated it at times, but that's life, right? I have come through this valley and I look back and feel such a strong sense of freedom in what I have found to be tried and true. My faith was made stronger. My soul found the rest it needed. My body is no longer restless. My mind is where I need it be! My hope is renewed. This valley wasn't the death of me, but the strength of me. It made me understand that letting go is part of the process. I wasn't going to stop it because it got hard. I wasn't going to give up because I couldn't take the pain. I knew it would be lonely. I knew that I would hate the process, but I made it! The valley was lonely and cold. I had darkness following my every step. I had fear looming over my head. I had doubt tripping me every move I made. I had unforeseen amounts of anxiety washing over me. It wasn't afraid and I think well, I know it bothered the enemy. I wasn't going to give in to his demands. I knew that if kept dwelling with it. It would eventually consume me. I had to push past my own fears in order to break free. I was in the way. I stopped myself from moving forward. I blocked my own blessings because I was afraid of the what ifs. I knew I had to keep going. I didn't like it. I, in fact hated it. I hated every moment of it. I felt alone. I felt sick. I felt worried that I wasn't good enough or strong enough to fight it. Man, was I so wrong! I found out what I was made of in the process and let me tell you this, the struggle was and still is real. God didn't abandon me. God didn't leave me nor did He forsake me in my time of need. God was there and He was watching over me. He was there every step of the way. He was the blanket that kept me warm in the coldest parts of the valley. He was the light I needed at night. He provided me with an incredible view of the sky. The stars danced with joy all across the night sky. I knew I was in for a real treat as they twinkled in the sky above me. I enjoyed the wind that cooled me off. I enjoyed the fountain of water at the base of the mountain. I found a new sense of purpose. I had more joy. I had more peace than ever before and I had faith that was stronger than ever. I am no longer in the valley. I have made it out. I am now at the base of this mighty mountain. I look up as I see the rocks as I brace myself for the trip upward. I know that I have the tools to keep me from getting hurt. I have firmly planted my gear into the mountain side as I say a prayer before I make the trek up this mountain. I will trust the Lord. I know this will be harder. I know this will hurt. I know that I may free fall to my death, but God provides a way. God will protect me every step of the way. I will have a longer process. I will have it harder and for that I am okay with because I trust this process. I want to grow. I want to be better, faster, and stronger than ever. I know this mountain will shape my future. I know this mountain will show me what I am made of unlike the desert, and the valley. I have to face my fears of heights. I am not going to fail. I know that with You on my side I will make it to the top of this mountain. When I am at the top I will make my altar . I will make it a place of remembrance. I will make it a place of beauty. I will make it a place of peace and understanding. I will make it a place of strength. I will make it a place of freedom for I know the Lord my God will be pleased with me. I will call this place chuphshah.
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