CLIMB
My word of the year. CLIMB!!
It’s a hard journey that climb thing.
But I don’t want to climb any more…. It HURTS!
“Climb”, says my Sista’s.
“Climb”, says my neighborhood kids.
I fall down and bust my knees. God says, “CLIMB”.
It feels like a huge, weight has been put into my backpack.
I trudge forward because God has my safety rope. He pulls, I make it again.
This isn’t the way our family or life is supposed to look
like. Todd says, “we will climb it together!”
I’m not the same fight back type person I was. I can't do it....
“Keep climbing” says my counselor. “You are doing amazing.
You are finally healing after years of taking care of others.” “Climb…”
But my baby isn’t here. The one that depended on me for 18
years. But he has climbed to the HIGHEST of HIGH. “You can do it, Mom!”
Half of my heart is in Heaven. Half of it here. Thank you for the cross Lord. One day I will
climb to the highest peak, but not now. I have a huge mountain to keep climbing.
My phone gets a text, “CLIMB MOM.” I smile at the precious
picture of my girl and her BIG baby.
But ALL of my friends are back in Texas.
I can’t be in the
capacity some friends need or I once was. I'm doing the best I can in this new, PA mountain range.
“Climb”, says my new friend, who on a whim, came into Talbots
on a night I took another shift.
“Climb”, says the new fulfilling church service we went to.
“Have a protein bar and remember where your strength comes from.” “Jehovah Jireh”
sang the choir. “Climb,” says the choir as they sang this song from Josh's and my
favorite NYC choir.
Days of fog I don’t want to share Josh’s story. But that tug
of the rope is there, I share and God uses my boy once again to help another, right there in the middle of Hallmark.
“CLIMB,” says the “Encounter” speaker Tuesday night. “Stare
ahead to the Lord so you won’t steer off the path.”
YES. “Prepare your mind with the things of the Lord so WHEN
you encounter a season of mountains, you will be able to climb.”
Do I continue to climb, even when I stumble? YES, YES, YES!
Am I a perfect Christian or person? OH, NO!!
I made the statement when Josh died that I would not let it
debilitate me. Cry, hurt, scream? YES! But I know where my strength comes from.
JEHOVAH JIRAH, MY PROVIDER.
The one who fastens my safety harness and helps me CLIMB!
Who provides my rescue team encouraging me to CLIMB!
CLIMB
