The mountains are like my life. One moment they're high and the next they're down, and then they go up again, waiting for the next fall. The mountains cried today with rain, trying to wash away their pain. But now a giant blanket of fog has settled over them, blocking clarity and understanding. But in the distance, I see leveled, higher, greater mountain peaks. And it gives me hope.
Through this trip I have learned that things are really hard. No matter how much you plan for something not to go wrong... it can and will. But we have to remind ourselves, we are not the author. God is. Everything is done for a reason. God doesn't make mistakes; though at times we hope He does.
Our God is for us. He will never forsake us. He will always be there through our hard times and He will guide us through it (kicking and screaming) until we can see the picture like he does. Our lives are like a giant book, with interesting characters coming and going at different times, new settings and new interest. If we let our author lead us, we see a lot of character growth from where we began.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."
-Liz